situationships, they're funny right?
you invest so much time and energy into someone who tells you from the start that they want nothing more than the occasional fuck, yet like a hopeless (read: tragic) romantic you pour more and more love into the other person in the hopes that they'll label you.
for me that was V.
i'd never felt such an electric pull towards a person before. i went on a date with him in the middle of my breakup with alex and i wasn't planning on doing anything. just a dinner, maybe a drink and then go home, that was the plan. i was intimidated by his presence and his teal eyes would stare a little too deep into mine. he was everything alex could never be and everything i needed in that moment.
so i went home with him.
i considered it a one night stand and thought we'd leave it at that. yet here i was at his house again 2 weeks later. and then again. and then i'd come over while i'm on my period just to chill. then we're doing groceries and laundry together.
it starts with a toothbrush.
and before you know it you have a makeup bag in his bathroom and a drawer of your own for your clothes.
this went on for almost a year. being showered in forehead kisses. crying infront of him. going on dates every day. telling my mom about him. going to portugal together. meeting his family. looking for appartments together.
but we were nothing, right?
no label means no rights.
so of course it was okay for you to be a two-timing dickhead.
i can't even call it cheating.
no label no rights.
time to cover up these tattoos (again).
