There comes a time when you have to stop crossing oceans for people who wouldn’t even jump in puddles for you.
“Everything you are going through is preparing you for everything you asked for.”
Ravage me with your lips until my knees buckle from the pleasure of your touch. Grip. Bruise me. Hold me in place. Assault me with your fingers, until I am ready, until my arms tremble off the emptiness I’ve carved into my bones.