I still think about all the "good morning" texts. I still think about him painting my nails. I still think about his body and how he look on mine. I still think about how he fucking cheat on me. I miss him so fucking much and at the same time I'm scared to see him at the town.
I still think about him. I still think how he used to hug me from the back when he fall asleep. I still think of his dishes and how good they taste. I still think about his hand in my. I still think about his voice and his laugh. I still searching for him in all the boys I meet.
there isn’t an hour that goes by where i don’t think about my weight or what i look like. its exhausting i wouldn’t wish having an ed on my worst enemy