sorry I’m not sorry, I’ll sext when I want to

You know, I’m really sorry I can’t be perfect. I’m sorry I can’t always make you happy, and sorry that I put myself first sometimes. I’m sorry I make mistakes - that’s how I grow. I fuck up a lot and I set too high of expectations for myself.

But mostly I’m sorry you can’t accept me for the flawed individual I am.

In just our underwear, so our skin can touch? Can I hold you while you wrap yourself around me? I’ll play with your hair and drag my fingertips across your skin. I’ll peck at your neck while you giggle and tell me to stop. We could whisper sweet things to each other over pillows that no one could hear. We’d just stare in each others eyes until a smile cracked the silence of our lips…..would you fall in love with me for the night? 

(Source: julianplowden, via frickpark)