I want to know what it’s like to be chosen. Every day. To be someone’s favorite person. For someone to actually be afraid to lose me. For someone to want to do whatever it takes to keep me. I want consistency. I want gentleness.
And after enough silence, you start telling yourself a story: Women just aren’t into men anymore. Maybe that’s not the whole truth. Your worth was never supposed to be determined by women's attention. You are not a product waiting to be approved. You are not a resource waiting
I don't know where, but, like, the world's calling. I don't know. Name a place. Spain. Then after Spain, South America or South Africa. Kie: You'll go to South Africa? One of the South places. Then Micronesia maybe, and then... and just ride.
--Fanfics are all 100% handmade, please know English is not my first language.-don’t pressure me to post plz
-It is mostly made for fem readers
-it is all written in second perspective, Y/N stories
ofc don’t like don’t read:)