#sick love

[bellseybells]

The kind of love i need right about now:

[sunshine3milia]

got a heavy laugh for such a tiny girl

[doveheartsstuff]

r e m e d y

your old wardens

don't give you

allowance

it breaks my heart

it really does

if you like

i'll fix them

for you

[aerikvon]

Sick Love by Aerik Von

[patheticlittle]

[nonamenomercy36]

Th3 first tim3….N❤️‍🔥

She and I had already been in contact for about 1.5 to 2 weeks before that. The way we texted back then was something completely new to me — unique, unreal, almost detached from anything I had ever known before. Full of passion and genuine interest, yet at the same time so communicative and humorous. It was simply everything at once, and everything within each other.

The emotions and the attraction between us are hard to put into words, because no matter what it was, no matter the situation, it always felt indescribable.

Back to that warm September day — we had arranged to meet on a Friday afternoon. She wanted to meet me in front of an Edeka to check how I would feel in person, and of course, I was doing the same. I already had to open the bottle of alcohol I had brought for us because I was so nervous that it felt almost overwhelming. I had never experienced energies and feelings like that before — and I kept asking myself what all of this meant, and where this intensity was coming from.

We hadn’t even met in person yet — so would it even be controllable once we did? So many questions, and on top of that, these emotions and the constant butterflies. So yes — I needed that alcohol. There was no other way to handle it. At that point, we had already followed each other on Instagram without even knowing it, something we only found out later when we talked about the first days of texting — and we really had been talking a lot.

I was standing slightly to the left, waiting for her. I had never been this nervous before meeting someone for the first time. I could barely handle it because it was so intense. Only the alcohol helped me to control and slightly calm the storm inside me.

There were three possible paths she could have come from — left from the street, straight ahead through a narrow passage between buildings, or right from a driveway leading to parking spaces.

Of course, she came walking straight ahead through the narrow path while we were still texting. And suddenly, it felt like something out of Inception — like another dimension was approaching me, and no matter what I had done in that moment, I could never have escaped it.

She walked toward me, and from head to toe she was exactly my type — like she had been painted just for me, my personal piece of art. She had this dirty little smile and an aura that immediately took over me and made me even more nervous, but I didn’t let it show. The mood was instantly on the same level as in our texts — just even more intense.

She wanted to check the path to her place first, to see if everything still felt right and whether she could trust me based on first impressions. And so we walked to her apartment…

She betrayed me, but I still want her forever 🥵😓

[imizzlem0nade]

Me gustaría kortarme su nombre y tenerlo como cicatriz para q vean todos a kien pertenezco :,-)