Chunks Ahoy

I want romance. I want to be knocked off my feet. I want to feel special. I want to be surprised. I want to be loved on so well that I have no doubt in my mind that they adore me. I want to be desired and needed and craved. I want passion and adoration. Not no flimsy, I’ll do what I can, me first, sometimes, maybe ass love.

I love that I am forgetting about people that I should forget about . I’m losing memories of what they look and sound like, their personality, our experiences together, how they made me feel and their energy. I’ve extracted and keep memory of the important lessons that I learned from these connections and continue to forget the people themselves and that is beautiful.

Touch me like you've missed me for decades. Touch me like you're re-claiming what is yours.

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