A familiar feeling: a dance back and forth of approach and avoid.
Not me: I’m all approach.
But she approaches, avoids, approaches, avoids.
I’m a moth. It’s my flame.
A familiar feeling: a dance back and forth of approach and avoid.
Not me: I’m all approach.
But she approaches, avoids, approaches, avoids.
I’m a moth. It’s my flame.
This is how i run my whole social life.
Only I dont think about it exactly that way.
It takes awhile to build up a head of courage and then i run headlong into something.
Then i get scared and retreat.
Right. But me? I just want enthusiasm.
Don’t let her burn your wings…
It’s inevitable. They’re already singed.
I just want to fuck them both.