勘違いされてないように。
someone can be a perfect lover.
have those skills, based on experience that highly perfect,
you would probably beg on your knees longing for sex with him.)
no matter that it comes along with a bunch of greatest usual lies,
you can always go to this person for an advice and listening.
i used to think being yonger that perfect lovers are just so good.
but with my own experience came the thought that being a nice
lover also means to listen your partner anyway, if you dont even care.
and i do have this person.
and i do know i can tell him everything and always get a reply.
or advice. or ask anything about sex, i was scared to ask before.w
and it goes as easy as the sunrise. coming and go. coming and go.
someone can be a perfect partner.
have those skills, based on living with you together for centuries.
you would probably beg on your knees to breath instead of you.
he knows you inside out, he knows your every sin and every past.
you can always fall down, knowing that he would surely hold you.
no words needed, no emotions to show, needed. it is just that easy.
to blend with him, accepting everything and making all the oathes.
someone you would definitely want to build a house together again.
and i do have this person.
and i do know, i have to be a good kid to be able to keep it again.
and i will, surely because i would honestly die without him beside.
someone can be a perfect friend.
have those skills, based on one long history with you from before.
in this way or another, raising you for a while, teaching yourself.
trying to show you something very important and to understand.
teaching you words, blood, exceptions. you are the most free one,
when you are with him and it is always a case for being cheered up.
you can not meet for years but nothing will change for centuries too.
that is nothing about sleeping together here or asking for advices.
but it is probably the first person, you would ask for your wedding.
sometimes we call such people family. the closest connection we have.
and i do have this person.
and i do know, it cost me something to keep it before.
and i am glad, i could have found all my strength to be. out of the borders.
...
the problem is, love.
i have my most important roles, given away. but which one is yours?
what did you have that these three men dont? what did you havent?
why i found myself in a situation to break all my oathes just to be with you?
you were neither a good lover, nor a good friend. m.
and surely not my possible partner. no matter what.
why i became so attached to your eternal broken entity, with all those -
*i despise my family and all my life i have been dating only whores.*
yet you could have been a lost cause inside. you blood was perfectly clean.
or should i say, you reminded me of Oliver, whose role can not be given away.
because he always has it. and because you helped me when i was on the edge.
thus i should assume my gratitude tended to become that distorted form of
affection, that i could not be over with even sleeping with you from time to time.
we made it into a game with no feelings while i always tried to be that grateful.
and never could express it. because what? yes, you were just a perfect son of a bitch.
passing.
@темы:
emerald shadows,
refined cruelty