The Real Pain Of Hookup Culture Is Knowing That, In The End, You’re All Alone
“Maybe it’s not too bad to root for destiny.”
“Maybe it’s not too bad to root for destiny.”
He gave you chills, the type that used to give life to the butterflies in your stomach. However, those butterflies became dragons. They devoured your insides, and slowly, they sent blazing flames, balls of red fire, straight to your heart.
I loved you, because you looked at me like I was a hero. You recognized that I was flawed, but you never made me feel like less of a person. Instead, you made me embrace my insecurities — openly, warmly.
Forget instant gratification, because sometimes, you have to let things brew longer to get accustomed to the taste. And you know, fall in love with it.
It’s the love he offered me when he used to see the galaxy in my eyes.
If I were brave enough to take a risk- you’d be it.
You looked at me and I knew I should’ve run. Far. Away. Away from you.