It’s when you’re caught between two lovers that you see how different things can be.
Forget whether it’s better to be loved or feared. My question is do I want to have someone who desires, or is devoted to, me? And I don’t want to have to pick.
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It’s when you’re caught between two lovers that you see how different things can be.
Forget whether it’s better to be loved or feared. My question is do I want to have someone who desires, or is devoted to, me? And I don’t want to have to pick.
That moment when both your boys are somehow at the same place and in the same room with you.
And they are naturally being their affectionate selves toward me, having no idea how deep my connection is to the other.
Guess it’s lucky that me being generally hug-repellent is a known Thing. I’d be in worse trouble if anyone could read me with any measure of accuracy.
I should be mortified but I’m loving this.
Ever find yourself perfectly happy with the perfect person and someone else shows interest (in me, to be clear) and turns your entire world on its axis?