Dating | MANalogue | Mental | Relationship
She Wants Me to Open Up But Every Time I Did, Something Got Broken.
It wasn’t always fists. Sometimes it was silence, or jokes that hit just hard enough to make you close the door again.
It wasn’t always fists. Sometimes it was silence, or jokes that hit just hard enough to make you close the door again.
She blinked twice and somehow read a 12-page PDF of my suppressed feelings. I just wanted chips.
They watched a show, talked about trauma, didn’t kiss, and now she’s unsure whether to text him or cite him in a paper on intimacy theory.
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