Me: I want cuddles
Me: but I don’t want you to touch me
Me: because everything hurts and I’m nauseous
Me: but I also want a grilled cheese
Me: and maybe some brownies
Me: no wonder I’m so bloated and fat
Me: WHY WON’T YOU TELL ME I’M PRETTY
Me: YOU’RE A DOUCHE
Me: leave me alone.
Me: no, come back, I want to cuddle you
When she looked at him, tracing the outline of his back as he faced away from her, she felt a jolt through her body. A lump settled at the bottom of her throat and tears fringed just beneath the surface of her eyelids. She locked her arms around his and pulled him toward her, but he still wasn’t close enough. And that, she realized, is what loving a man is - to have him entirely and want him even more.
There are breathtaking sunsets and I have the best friends in the world and I’m in love so what could be better?
I have a level of happiness that I don’t feel I’m deserving of. I am so, so blessed.