chiquitopanda
I want her to be the dominant one. I have always been the one to wear the pants, mutter all the dumb sweet things and swoon you with flowers. I'm not saying I want to be swooned, but I just want you to grow some balls when we're in bed. Get on top, take control, establish some dominance. How many times to you think you can just lay on your back and make me do all the work when you don't even clean up around the house, go to college, or cook, like I do, in addition to fucking the crap out of you every other day? I'm tired.
Without these walls I would have the ability to accomplish so much. These walls I have built up around my true feelings because of the way that she crushed me. Never before did I have doubts about my intuition, I have always done and believed in whatever felt right. She felt so right. I gave her everything. And she spat on it. Now, how to escape. These. Walls.
Affairs of great importance. I have many. The only that matters now is that of world travel. Affairs of romance must be forgotten.