I don’t think you ever get over the death of someone who’s taken up space in your soul
Charmellaje citiralaprije 9 mjeseci
The way he speaks to me simultaneously strikes a bit of fear in my heart and heats my blood with lust.
Charmellaje citiralaprije 9 mjeseci
Obsession may be the wrong word. I think possessive is better. She’s mine. My reason to move on from what happened before. My desire for more. My only way to cope.
Charmellaje citiralaprije 9 mjeseci
He left me breathless and wanting, and that’s a hard temptation to run away from.
Charmellaje citiralaprije 9 mjeseci
grief doesn’t know time. It comes and goes as it pleases, then small things taunt it back into your life. The memories haunt you forever and carry the grief with them.
Charmellaje citiralaprije 9 mjeseci
He might have been her first, but I’ll ruin her.
I’ll make her mine and make her forget about any other man who’s touched her.
Charmellaje citiralaprije 9 mjeseci
Hearing that hauntingly sweet voice say my name as if it’s the only word meant to fall from her lips is everything I’ve ever wanted. Fucking music to my ears.
Charmellaje citiralaprije 9 mjeseci
My name. She’s gasping my name. She’ll scream it too.