"you pick". I told my partner. It wasn't that I had no idea what I wanted to pick. I showed him with that how much i trust him. "I always pick, you pick!" they always tell me. As much as i want to pick, I loved seeing them get mad over me not wanting to pick. The way their eyes grow darker in attempt to make me pick, their little cute angry outburst, the loving glaring. I loved that, I loved them. In the end, they always pick, I enjoy it.
It's not that I don't know what I want, it's about how much I trust them.
-floatyyx
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Poetry and small stories
PoetryPoetry. Poems about life, love, happiness, sadness, everything. Short stories. A little view into my life? into what WE know?
