#cuteasafuckingbutton

[lacklusterl]

One guy thinks he's fucking clever, and the other one refuses to recognize how clever he is.

I'm honestly at the end of my fucking rope at this point.

[lacklusterl]

All I can think about are those few precious seconds: your arms around my waist, hot breath on my neck, that growl in my ear, the goosebumps you managed to raise on a humid summer day.

The way you make me feel. The way you make me think. The way you make me trust; make me believe that what you see is who I really am, who I am capable of being.

The cut on your lip and how it happened. The way I calmed you down. The multitude of times you've listened to me cry and dried my tears. The wounds you've bandaged.

What are we doing here? Why are we trying to deny it??

[lacklusterl]

There's a handful of things I want to say. To fill the silence on the line. To tell you the truth, to come right out and say what we've both known for a long time.

But I can't. I can't lose what we have in a sad attempt to make some daydream romance novel HEA happen. I know that's not how it works. I'll say what I mean, and you'll say you're all set. That's the end. You go back to your writing and I go back to my whiskey and we are never the same after that. Even best case scenario - we make it happen... for a bit. And then I fuck it all up, and I'm right back to losing you again.

So, please, don't make me say all those things. I know you think you want to hear them. But you don't. You don't want our friendship to go up in flames, either. Just let this simmer and fizzle out the way it did last time. The way it's meant to.

[queenboxi]

It's coral. It's watermelon. It's maui. It's macaw. It's frangipani realness. It's fine you win summer, one more week. #cuteasafuckingbutton (at Newcastle, New South Wales)