Client: I threw out that black pen, it was out of ink.
Me: What black pen?
Client: The one that was lying on your tablet.
Me: You threw out my $150 Wacom pen?
Client: I tried writing with it and it didn’t work. It must’ve been out of ink.
I would kill a bitch…
Oh. My. God.
I’ll imagine there might be murder.
There is no such thing as ‘loving half away’ he either loves you or he doesn’t. If his eyes don’t shine furiously upon he places his gaze on you, leave. If his fingertips don’t clumsily learn and trace the form of your bones underneath your skin, leave. There is no such thing like ‘being unsure of your feelings’. It either is there or it isn’t. Is not that hard. Even if he thinks loving you is wrong, even if he thinks it will eventually destroy him. There is nothing that might keep his heart at bay.
If his heart doesn’t become a mess of heartbeats when you touch his skin, leave. If his breathing isn’t compromised when your head rests on his chest. The very moment when your ear will meet echoes of shy tied to the back of his throat “I love yous”, leave. There is no such thing as being half away on love. No, there it is. Savage, bruised, raw emotion provoked by your smile.
You are perfection in the body of a goddess placed upon this world. If he is not willing to feel with every pore in his skin, why stay? You deserve thunders, hurricanes, volcano eruptions, earthquakes all of them named after you.
You might love him but if he isn’t feeling with every nerve in his system it isn’t… it won’t be worth it. You deserve love like the radiance of the sun. You deserve shaky hands when he touches you. You deserve accelerated breathing and panthing. Lips that crave you. View yourself like a queen. And no queen accepts any less than she deserves. And you, my dear.
You deserve real love.