PetiteChaos :
I call him my summertime. He is. Everything good, warm, fun, bright, refreshing, sweet, giddy. I’m more like winter. Harsh, brash, cold, rough, icy, slick, cumbersome, basically dead. But he didn’t care. He pursued me. He loved my differences. He made me realize winter is needed but it can warm up. It can become spring again. I resisted for so long. He kept coming. He kept loving me when I felt so unloveable. He made me realize some people are worth melting for.
2026-09-11 01:49:36