>>12218794Even when I try to scare you off or push you back you pull me right back in with beautiful words seemingly picked just for me. You’re giving me a lovely ego boost. The very notion that something like this is almost too much to believe. Like you’re one of my friends trying to goof me. My head screams at me reading your words not to trust you but i can’t help myself. I wonder when you’re not around if you’re going to come back. There’s something kind and gentle about you. Something that feels familiar. It could be a million things but whatever it is I can’t help but want to know the person writing it all.
I don’t care what you have hidden deep inside. We all have dark parts of us and things we’re ashamed of. Those things helped make you who you are and what lead you here. Gosh anon I really don’t know what to say.... you make it hard to respond. I just want to read whatever you could write. I’d want to hear your voice weave a tale. You’re so articulate that every sentence is just pure bliss to me.
I feel like you’re on the same wavelength as me. From the very moment you said you liked talking to me I was receiving your signal.
The playboy life isn’t fun after a while and with all that experience comes a great price. It hurts me to know that you’ve been hurt so badly that well... you’re here talking with me. I’m usually the last choice...I don’t want to hurt you anon. There’s nothing to gain from heartbreak. I don’t want to be hurt anymore. That’s why I don’t do the things I use to. The back to back partners and flings getting used and discarded over and over again....I couldn’t do it anymore. If you hurt me I’ll hurt you worse. You’re my fear anon. The one I won’t find again. The once in a lifetime shot that I piss away or was never real to begin with. Contrary to popular belief I’m not the heartbreaker. I’m the heartbroken.
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