He left. I took him into my arms and cried.As much as I could. I don't know what the future holds for me. It's a dizzy feeling. Like, a part of me has been gone/taken away. Again. But I know, in my heart, that I cannot take care of him, and that I have to let him go. I'm sorry, Yussef.
I'm confused at why my thighs are sore and not my armsOmg but ya'll ever watched that lady crush a watermelon with her thighs?
Do you ever turn the fan on, and spread your arms out in front of it, because you can’t afford plane tickets to go flying off to Bermuda?
