not just a booty call

i think i’ve been doing a decent job getting over R. i’m not 100% over him, i still hurt and i still cry more than i want to. but it’s progress. it’ll always be progress. but i can’t fixate on him because he is gone and he is happy.

i met a new guy. i feel like i say that a lot. i really liked this guy. like? i’m not sure. we have a pretty good thing going i think. i thought. i thought until the other day when i was over at his place and he made a weird comment about how we don’t even need to talk to make this work because we could just make out but like i like to talk? and then later a comment about being a booty call and the teasing earlier was unnecessary for a booty call. i don’t want to be a booty call. i want to be appreciated and i want to be LOVED. i’m not saying propose to me or ask me out, i’m saying get to know me and talk to me too. i like to cuddle, i like having my hair played with. i like to hear stories about your childhood. i like to hear what you would do on a rainy sunday when you don’t have work the next day. how do you take your coffee? what are your thoughts on music? on kanye? a fun fact about yourself? something that makes you unique? what’s on your bucket list? where do you see yourself in five years?

i am a lot of person, but one thing i most definitely am not is a booty call.

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