It’s like coming home after a long trip. That’s what love is like. It’s like coming home.
me: what’s for dinner?
her: *spreads her legs*
so, did you not cook or ….. cause popeyes closes at 10 and i need to leave now if i’m gon make it.
Twelve months ago, my heart raced at the sign of a new text from you. Today, I lie in bed at 9pm telling you I’m going to sleep, just so I don’t have to wait for your slow replies.
It’s better to have no conversation than one that isn’t going anywhere at all.
7 Billion smiles, and yours is my favorite.