I like when there’s that dynamic of her being the most helpful gf on earth and you can’t see yourself without her because who the fuck else is gonna help carry all the movie theater snacks in her purse...
And then her being your beloved breeding cow that you’re tryna fuck into oblivion ‘n make her hips thick as fuck and her already soft body somehow even more lucious when she’s a blend of smooth skin/warm bedsheets and her holes are the hottest thing in the room besides the blanket that we were just bundled in overnight.
I want to have both in the relationship for once and not sex or love. I never thought it’d be so weird tryna mix-match people in life like pieces in a puzzle for that one awesome human you crave and daydream about and don’t know who the fuck she is or where she’s at or when/if she’s going to pop into your life at Trader Joe’s in Lulus with the phattest ass and cutest voice.