When I was 8 my dad left my mom for one of her best friends. Almost 20 years later on her death bed she still cried about it and still didn’t understand how they could hurt her like that. She never loved anyone again the way she loved him.
It is deeper than just cheating
How I feel letting my wife lick my asshole during a Bj, knowing she's going to call me gay for it when she's mad two weeks later even tho I never asked for it.
ive always had a sick fantasy, to be loved to the point of obsession. i want someone to be consumed by me, to crave me, adore me, and fear losing me. i want to be their weakness, their everything, and have all their love belong to me. forever and always.
There’s a certain blue tinged colour grade to British crime dramas that I’m oddly comforted by. You just know it’s going to be good when everything looks cold as hell.