I said before that I was content to leave things how they are, but I’m realizing that’s a bald-faced lie. I’m so fucking far from being content. The truth is, I want this girl for a million other reasons than what she can do for me in the bedroom. I want to wake up with her in the mornings and not have to worry about whether or not I crossed a line. I want to take care of her when she’s sick and not have to practically force her into letting me. I want to fight with her and not have to fear that she’ll never speak to me again. I want security. Trust. To be the one person she comes to when
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