Find Your Chill ☯

The first time was when we were best friends. I could tell you anything about my past, no matter how fucked up it was. Not once did you ever make me feel less than I should. You built me up and made me whole again.

The second time was when you became my boyfriend. We were young, reckless, naive but that didn’t stop us from loving each other furiously. I was you and you were me, we were one. We got lost in each other.

The third time was after we made love for the first time. The next morning when I woke up in your arms you looked at me like I was beautiful, like I was your entire world. For the first time I felt like I was enough.

I’ve been in love three times but with one person (via n4ughty-y)
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