"You are my Witch," he said, running his hands along her thighs and down her calves, feeling the shape of her even as the silk of her gown kept them both from what they wanted. "My ԵҽʍթեɾҽЅЅ... my ՏօɾϲҽɾҽЅЅ... I cannot resist you, no matter how I tr...
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-Evan Peters- ℘ơῳɛཞ:🏋🏻SUPΣRSTRΣΠGTH🏋🏻
~{Enoch's .℘.Ơ.۷.}~
I wish I could rid myself of the parts of me that beg for understanding. The parts of me that desire an answer to the question, why did you choose him over me? Because there is no real answer. It was never about me. You simply chose to be with him. I was an innocent causality. But knowing this does not change the fact that every time I picture you together, I wonder why it's him instead of me. And when I think of you holding his hand, I wonder why it's him instead of me. And when I imagine you kissing his lips, and touching his face, and lying in bed beside him at night, I wonder why it's him instead of me.
When I think of the moment you chose to spend the rest of your life with him instead of me, I can't help but analyze my components, piece by piece, in an attempt to figure out which fault of mine led you to that choice.
But what I always fail to remember is that you choosing to be with him says so much more of you than it does of me.
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~{Ąɖɛɩąıɖɛ'ʂ .℘.Ơ.۷.}~
I wish I knew why he left. What his reasons were. Why he changed his mind.
For all these years, I have turned it over in my head-all the possibilities-yet none of them make any sense.
And then I think, perhaps it was because he never loved me. But that makes the least sense of all.
🌖~{ҒLΔSHΒΔCҜ}~🌖
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