The unsaid things. The secrets. The bargains. The dangerous need growing quickly past controllable. We were on opposite ends of the scales. He couldn’t let himself go because he would go past sanity. And I couldn’t let myself go because I honestly didn’t know how to be a woman who wanted a man’s touch and not want to scream and die at the same time.
imkansızlığınıza mı aşık oluyorum ben sizin, bilmiyorum.. ama bence ben her şeyinize aşık oldum.