She’d never been undressed by words alone before…She couldn’t fathom how a stranger could make her feel so, at home…
He intrigued her…
In the absence of touch, smell, or sight…
He became the most vivid part of her imagination…
He made her feel, understood…
And in a way she never knew she longed for…
His voice arrested her, and she trusted his direction…
She knew he could handle being in control…
and she’d been waiting for that.
Rob Hill, Sr.

"I love you. It’s no big deal. It doesn’t mean you’re The One, or even one of the ones. It doesn’t mean you have to love me back. It doesn’t mean we have to date, or marry, or even cuddle. It doesn’t mean we have to part ways dramatically in a flurry of tears and broken dishes. It doesn’t mean I’ll love you until I die, or that I’ll still love you next year, or tomorrow."

shutupp-meg

do it

y0unglust:

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate,

Dear person I like,

Dear ex boyfriend,

Dear ex girlfriend,

Dear ex bestfriend,

Dear bestfriend,

Dear *anyone*,

Dear Santa,

Dear mom,

Dear dad,

Dear future me,

Dear past me,

Dear person I’m jealous of,

Dear person I had a crush on,

Dear girlfriend,

Dear boyfriend,