Sweet: When we make pinky-promises, she has me wrapped around her little finger in more ways than one.
Bitter: Holding the Bird in my hands helped me realize my deepest fear is that I'll always be
too independent.
Sour: Throwing out, albeit grudgingly, my five-year old pair of torn jeans will hopefully restore the morality I lacked while wearing them.
Salty: Receiving a very
hands-on assessment of my looks from an absolute flamer did not leave me feeling the least bit violated.
Bittersweet: Waking up to his mistimed text messages on rare mornings makes me momentarily wish I was waking up next to him.
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For years, I feared I'd always be _too_ independent. Turns out I'm not.
Nice.
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