underestimated how wonderful the feeling is, to get naked before your spouse.
i mean, i had many? this, feeling of connection, captivity, relief and satisfaction.
it is so breath taking, not all the sex, drinks, money and connections we share.
but that little thing, when he knows where your period starts better than you.)
or, when he simply asks 'do we hate him?' and you just nod silently for answer.
i remember those days, away from the world where he suggested to leave home.
i mean, i hated it then. 'he is so fucked up. what stops you from leaving?'
'i mean, i am too.'
we all here are far broken heart`ed, wretched, spiraling down the same hell.
but he was the one, who pushed me to always be the stronger, always stand.
and i withstand. all the crap load of shit, that was lasting more than two years.
and i am just so, still.
i will do all the hard work, planning and scheming. i will do my best.
you, just do me. love.
twenty years,
twenty years to know who will wear the hat.
those eyes, you gave the bastard i hate with all my limitless power.
i swear, i would literally kill for them to be seen just one more time.
priceless. like the golden age.