i love when men are men. thank you for being protective, opening my doors, reassuring me, letting me yap, holding my hand, reminding me the light you see in me, providing, making plans, driving. thank you for being gentle & thank you for not complaining about any of that.
If I ever stop talking to you & remove you from my life, just know how hard it was for me. I have a bad habit of holding onto the little bit of good in ppl & giving too many chances. So if I don’t fw you anymore, it’s bc you pushed me way past my limits—but when I'm done I'm done