the craving never stops. it dulls for a time. you may find someone to marry, and it is satiated for a bit. but when things become comfortable, the craving returns. the need to be needed. to be pursued and kissed passionately. they say a woman wilts when uncherished; but I am a cactus. i can endure all neglect. i can wear it like an elegant coat. but inside is dry and rotted. a hollow space where the craving fills up.

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  • anonymous lover
3 months ago

You shouldn't have to endure any sort of neglect

  • anonymous lover
3 months ago

water me...

  • anonymous lover
3 months ago

Fuck that stop watering dead plants

  • Op
3 months ago

Oh this is my letter.

Interesting.

  • anonymous lover
one month ago

I would say find your own rain, stop being an open book. Be someone you cherish and love. Marriage isn't 2 puzzle pieces fitting together. Its living life adjacent to someone else. Things die only if you decide it's time to give up.

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