so many bitches

““I hate to say this but,” he spoke as he placed his cup of coffee on the table, “I am a complex person.” “Complex like apartment complex?” He laughed at her quirky reply. “Yes,” he said, “I am like a huge apartment with many doors and walls. You will end up getting lost and finding the exit is almost impossible.” She began to smile as she looked at him, “Well, who says that I want to find the exit?””

““Here, take my hand.” He said, reaching his hand out to her. For someone who did not like to come in contact with anyone, she did not hesitate to lift up her arm and rest her hand in his. He smiled, holding her hand tight. “Don’t let go,” he spoke, “I’ll take you back home.””

“i am not a hotel room i am home i am not the whiskey you want i am the water you need don’t come here with expectations and try to make a vacation out of me.”