No, not the football player.
He was my first official boyfriend, but he wasn’t the first boy to adore me. He came with some scratches but I loved him unconditionally and blindly at 10.
He treated me so tenderly. He bled for me. I remember our first kiss. I couldn’t stop nervously laughing and he wanted to kiss me so badly. He calmed me down so sweetly….he adored me so softly. Even just the tender look in his eyes made me melt a thousand times over.
This is how I love. This is how I am loved. How I like to be loved. Less is not sufficient. It’s obsessive. It’s possessive. It’s the kind of stuff that makes your heart feel like it’s about to pound out of your chest. I need that…and I will do whatever I have to do to to you… to get it from you. I will get it from you and I will get even more. All I want. All of it and I promise you…you will be fulfilled beyond your wildest dreams too. You just aren’t here yet….
must have a happy heart to serve me
I’ll love you so hard you won’t remember to breath when I look at you. Lol
It’s just got to be mostly (almost exclusively) on my terms.
Negotiations will ensue.
I am ready. Finally ready for the real thing. My version.
Our version; my sweet, little, naughty boy.
“Let them eat cake!”- that’s a medieval and rather dark reference.