There he was again, abusing me. Looking at me in disgust, looking at me with his piercing eyes, pushed me.. It was as if I was nothing to him before.. As if the love we build for years, that I thought was strong enough.. was now long gone..

Polyamory is the practice, desire or acceptance of having more than one intimate relationship at a time.   She had been

"Sometimes you just have to be selfish. even to your bestfriend"    

No matter how much you convince me that our relationship isn't working, I pretend that I didn't hear it. I guess tears welled up in my ears. Even though you yell at me for being stupid, I don't hate you. I guess love is welled up i

 I love how your hair smells like vanilla chocolate. Love,