Day 8 — Someone who has made your life hell, or treated you like shit.
Three guesses and the first two don’t count.
When you arm a man with your most vulnerable self, he’s bound to dent you. They’re clumsy… and when he doesn’t feel the same way you do, it’s going to be more than a dent.
In his defense, he probably doesn’t know that his smile is a punch in the stomach and I’ve never told him I feel it to my toes.
He jokes until I’m on the verge of tears and dangles himself like the carrot I need to survive. It’s a whole new level of suffering… which tells me I’m either learning my lesson or taking stupid to a whole new low.
I’m either going to evolve or lose my mind. The choice is mine.
He smiled at me the other day and I was hit by every single bit of him that makes me ache. Warmth from the nearness of him, his cologne fogging my judgement and that damn smile that inspires me more than I care to admit.
I- That’s not fair. You can’t say nothing. Tell me.
Spontaneous proposals are so underrated. I’ve never been more tempted to drop to my knees and beg….
Does he treat me like shit? Yes and no. Does he make my life a living hell? Yes and no.
Would I have it any other way?