(Source: sarahsforeverinfinite)
Friends with benefits never work out someone always ends up getting hurt. Sometimes adding a title to a relationship isn’t a bad thing to do.
I’m not giving up on you. They can express their dislikes they have towards you and I still can care less.
All that matters isus; our position.You mentioned to me that even your boys and even your mother says I’m not your type, the usual that your with: Latina, long haired, light- skinned.
Instead I’m the polar opposite. I’m Black, butter-brown skinned, thick lips and hair liable to change different lengths and textures depending on the mood I’m in.
It irritates me when you tell me the things they say, nearly everyday is another story of how they just can’t believe Latino you is with Black girl me.
I wished you’d tell them to mind their own business, although you say you do defend me.I wished you’d stop letting them ramble in your eardrums about irrelevant things, our skin color difference for starters.
When we’re together it feels like time is moving as slow as a worm on the dry concrete, when you look into my eyes I get a sensation of you wanting me more and more, when you kiss the top of my hand it makes me feel as though we were meant for each other regardless of the fact that we reside in two distinctively different worlds.
When we kiss: that’s got to be the best. Our lips match perfectly, the kisses send me on a quest to find your heart within them; that’s how good the passion in it is. When the night ends, I never want you to leave.
Our times spent felt amazing but sadly we ended it, no more nights under the stores, no more passion, because you didn’t take a stand forus.And I can’t stand for that.
I wanted you to fight for me. I wanted you to fight for us.
(Source: sarahsforeverinfinite)