i like the 10 minutes before
the 10 minutes before you rip each other’s clothes off
you know it’s going to happen but in that 10 minutes, you’re trying everything in your power to make it out like that’s not about to happen
talk about the weather. the cat. his day. your day.
then you hit the 4th minute and you start to touch. tentatively, at first, and when you realise it feels good, you get comfortable.
you pick the cat hairs off of his pullover. it’s black so you see every single strand. meanwhile he is running the side of his ring finger along your wrist.
you tell him he has elegant hands. has he ever played the piano? he should.
those fingers will be inside your mouth as he will be inside of you in about 5 minutes but in that moment - “have you ever played the piano?”
i like those 10 minutes."
Your body is not a house that you have to clean up before guests come. Your body is yours and yours alone. If he doesn’t love you, then he doesn’t love you. Your body is not the offering or the deal you make, okay? I know that feeling, that thought process. Maybe if I just lost the weight, I’d be lovable. Stop it in its tracks. You are the most important person in your life. Love yourself more than the idea of being good enough for someone else. You are a force of nature, okay? Be here. In your body. You’re allowed.