Okay why does the England vs Belgium game sort of slap tho?

It's giving everything the previous game didn't.

Me: It's just international friendlies. I should chill.

Also, me: I must watch all of them because vibes.

Giroud is warming up and so is my kitty.

France nt deserve every single goal they eat because of their god awful kit.

Rashford looks AI generated tonight.

So in the time it took me to go from normal screen to full screen (<10 seconds) Germany scored a goal?

Cool.

And all that has happened in England vs Brazil is someone got proposed to?

Cool.

I am waiting for you to tell me one thing that I did wrong.

Was it my hair you didn't like?

Perhaps it was the way I spoke, loud and honest, simple and unafraid?

Did it go deeper than that? Did the way I love not sit right with you?

What was it my love, that made me so damn unlovable?

My M,

How wonderful was the moment we shared this evening, how intimate. We tried on each others glasses, laughed under the moonlight. We hugged for the first time, and the last time. And it both healed me and broke me. In another life, there will be more of these moments.

In all the lives after this one.

Yours forever,

Your broken lover

My M,

Always my M, but wouldn't it be better if I simply branded myself as yours? You aren't mine, but I am yours. There is so much of you in me, I don't recall which parts of me are actually mine and which parts I created for you.

Nobody calls me by my name, it is something I am mostly okay with. But when you call me by my given name, my entire first name, Lord have mercy, my name sounds like a piece of broken poetry. I don't know why I was named what I was named, but when you call my name and follow it with something mundane like asking for gum or the time, I don't think any other name on earth would have suited me.

In another life, you'd call my name and then ask me to pass the salt, or the water from our bedside table or call my name and tell me that our son is calling for me. Never baby or honey or darling. They are beautiful nicknames for the love of your life, but you know me well enough to know that I prefer our names to nicknames.

I'll always love you, my M. I just need to figure out where to shelf these feelings so that they don't burn through me like a fever.

I did it.

I told him I loved him. He told me he didn't.

It would have been so much easier if he was dick about it. It is his tenderness that makes it worse. Why did treat me like a rose he's too scared to touch lest he crush it? Crush me anyways, amor. Let my fragrance be the last good thing I give you.

I know that I'm the farthest thing from perfect and that I'm entirely too unlovable, but trust me, I would have gathered everything in me to make your world a better place. Even if I couldn't love me, I would have loved you with everything I had and more.

All you had to do was see me.

Is it just me or is this is a total snoozefest? I am falling asleep as we speak.

That’s. Fucking.it

I am turning this nonsense off.