True life I’m in love with someone who probably could give two shits less about me. And I don’t have the heart to walk away.
I loved how I sat in between your legs and you played with my hair. Stroking it, running your fingers through it, brushing it all back and detangling it for me. It was so cute when you attempted to braid my hair. And then you wrapped your arms around me and kissed my shoulders and just held me.
No one said this would be easy, I understand how you didn’t want to start a real relationship, but this is already as real as it could get and I’m not giving you up without a fight.