Proof for happiness (II)

I feel his arms around my shoulders as my body is covering his, laying down for a moment of laziness, in a perfect fit. He starts to cradle slowly, shifting our combined weight from one side to the other, like a slow dance in which the couch is our dance floor. „I want to feel…

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Fără tine.

Mă obișnuisem să îți urmăresc mișcările, în timp ce îmi imaginam care ar fi fost următoarea pe care aș fi ales-o eu, însă având controlul de a nu o duce până la capăt. De a sta și de a te urmări pasiv.   O pasivitate care îmi testa limitele, încercând să văd cât timp o…

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For better.

I did the first grade paper-plane texts. First dates at McDonald’s at 6pm, without a cell phone to let him know I was running late. I sent SMS texts with read receipts. I went on fix ups. I got heart broken by my first love. I ticked the holiday love. I did the fuck friends…

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What if?

If you think feminism is an offense brought to women. If you made the first move at least once. If cuddling doesn’t come natural. If you don’t work in reverse psychology. If you can spot the truth. If you can handle it. If you like to drink Jack straight up. If you hate malls. And…

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