3rd January 2012

Photo reblogged from tight hugs. slow kisses. with 127 notes

I want you to want me half as much as you want them. I want you to look at me the way you look at the women that pass us by. I want you to feel something when I press my hand to your thigh; I want it to overwhelm you. I want you to tell me that they will never mean more than ragged breaths and sloppy kisses. I want you to say it. It isn’t the heat between you and them that upsets me, it is the frequent conversations and the lack of communication between us. There is no point in talking, when the main goal is kissing. Why do their words, ideas and preferences matter in a purely casual affair? I want you to know and to say, “They’ll never be more than a hook up”.

Most importantly, I want to feel wanted, so that when you are in bars with other girls it doesn’t matter to me. I want you to want to fuck my brains out and I want you to want to hear my voice and I want to be the background of your phone so that when I text you, you see me and it matters.

And maybe it is selfish of me to want these things, but how can my jealousy subside otherwise? I don’t care if you kiss them. I just want honesty. I want answers before I pitch the questions, because they are incessant and I am sick of hearing my voice waver as I spill them out. I want to feel like I matter and I am sexy and that you are kissing them because you want to kiss and not because you hate kissing me.

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