“ To me you were home, to you I was just a vacation. ”
Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.
~ Sade Andria Zabala
The thought of youbeing with someone else isliterally killing me.And you couldn’t care less. BecauseI am just one of the writhing bodiesthat ruined your bed sheets.
I used to arch my back for boys who couldn’t even remember the color of my bedsheets.But you, however, made me turnover the arch on my mouth.
Do not settle for people who do not appreciate you, who do not know how lucky they are. Remember it is a privilege to be loved by you or even just to be touched by you. And the warmth of another body does not define your worth.
