Never again will I get involved with a relationship. All it brings is searing, hit wrenching pain that drives you to tears.
I want to wake up being tickled, drink a pumpkin latte in a big piles of blood red leaves, I want to snuggle close and watch a fire come alive. I want my hand held and my lips kissed till my stomach hurts from giggling. I want to picked up upon arrival and trusted with your heart. I want to be teased with kindness and kisses. And fall asleep with messy hair but a look in your eyes that still thinks I’m pretty.