Not All Kinds Of Love Need A Wedding
Not all love stories need a happy ending and not all kinds of love need a wedding.
Not all love stories need a happy ending and not all kinds of love need a wedding.
I used to be happy having you for a night. Or maybe two while I was lonely and bored and your touch still lingered on my thighs and wrinkled bed sheet. You were strong and lively and excitingly rough, and I wouldn’t take any less of that deliciousness but we both knew I didn’t necessarily want more either.
A smart woman is also aware of her privileges, disadvantages and weaknesses. She doesn’t try to hide them but she faces them and grows with them.
Being a girl is hard because my body and sexuality is somehow everyone’s business. I’m judged for the clothes I wear, the people I’m with and every little choice I make about what to do with my own body.
Wait for it. Wait for the kind of touch that makes all efforts worth it. Wait till sex is not just kind of good but certainly great and absolutely amazing.
Who knows what will happen — Isn’t it the best part of this unpredictable life?
Accepting that life is temporary just means doing all what I could and greeting life with enthusiasm and courage. It means letting go of control and gaining control at the same time.
Your true passion is definitely the thing that makes you happy. Even the thought of doing it could excite you and put a smile on your face.
There is one thing you should always keep in mind: if someone really wants you, they will make time for you. If not, they will make excuses.
Keep going because if you don’t, you will live a life full of what-ifs, of envy, a life of a coward who admits defeat at the first failure.