Lior doesn't know that I saw him getting f****d a few nights ago. He must have noticed I've changed a little.
I care less about his affection for me...I never ask him to touch me...my n*****s never bud when he's near me...my undies never get soaked when he runs his fingers around their lines.
But why?
He doesn't even have the slightest clue.
It's hard, I'm not going to lie to myself that it's not. I fell in love with him. I changed who I was, cut my hair because he liked it that way, bleached it blonde, because that's what he wanted to see.
All the dresses in my closet shows more of my skin that the actual fabric of the clothes. I don't eat as much cake as I would like...all because I wanted to be the one person he looked at and smiled.
Well, I got a car out of it...and I also forgo
