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There was a certain liberation in not giving a shit about what other people thought.
that was the thing about guilt. It didn’t give a damn about facts or reason. It sprouted from the tiniest seeds of doubt, slipped through the cracks of your psyche, and by the time you realized what the ugly darkness oozing through your veins was, it’d already burrowed itself so deep you couldn’t dig it out without losing a part of yourself.
Most women thought men wanted them to taste like berries or lavender or whatever, but if we were eating pussy, we wanted to taste pussy. That was the whole fucking point.
Now, she was beautiful in a way that made me want to drown in her, to let her fill every inch of my soul until she fucking consumed me.
Our first impressions stick with us the longest, but contrary to popular opinion, some people do
change. The only problem is, they change faster than our prejudices do.
Sometimes, you had to take a leap or risk getting stuck forever.
At some point, we had to let go of who a person used to be or who they could be and see them for who they really were.
And at the end of the day, no grand gesture matched that of making a promise…and keeping it.
Every great friendship had chapters. This was the start of our new one.
