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may you attract someone who treats you like they’ve been waiting their whole life to find you

From the outside looking in, I don’t know you or your name or your story. I just know you live next door to me, and sometimes your lights are on late enough that I wonder if you’re alone too.

I catch myself thinking about whether you wish someone was there. Someone to hold your hand, to look at you like you’re the only thing that makes sense in a world full of people who technically know you but don’t know you.

I think about whether you want someone to listen while you ramble, not to fix anything, but just to stay. To see you for who you are, and who you’re trying to be. Maybe even fall in love.

I’m on the outside looking in.

If you ever feel like saying hi, I’m here.

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the-dominant-script

Love is…

…the simple things, the flowers on a Tuesday, the date night after a long week, the feeling that someone actually sees you and does not look away.

the-dominant-script

I’ve never lost feelings, I just realized you didn’t want me, so I gave up.

It wasn’t because my heart stopped caring, it was because it hurt too much to keep holding on to something that wasn’t mutual.

I had to choose myself, even when every part of me wanted to keep choosing you.

I still think about you, though not in a way that makes me sad anymore, but in a way that reminds me of the love I was willing to give.

You’ll always have a place in my heart, but I’ve learned that love can’t thrive where it isn’t welcome.

It took strength to let go, not because I stopped feeling, but because I realized I deserve to be chosen too.

Moving forward doesn’t mean forgetting.

It means accepting.

I’ve accepted that we weren’t meant to be, and my love will find its way to someone who values it just as much as I do.

For now, hold on to the lessons, not the pain.

the-dominant-script

Love is…

…the quiet kind of desire that grows instead of burns, the kind that stays.

k-wame

softdomsworld

I pin your hips to the mattress, sink every inch until you’re full, and grind slow so you feel me stretch you wide. “Breathe, baby… you take me so well.” Your nails dig in while I hold still, then start thrusting just to hear you gasp.