Yesterday I was held like a baby, completely naked in the woods, and rocked peacefully under soft sunlight dappled by green canopy. Anxieties of being seen, of creepy bugs, and everything else I have been fretting over melted away the moment he lifted me into his arms. 🩷
I guess I really don't like nice guys.. or maybe I just don't like guys who pretend to be nice to get what they want while not actually giving a fuck about me or my feelings. Is it really too much to ask to mean something more than what you have to offer someone?