Every girl knows THAT feeling.
The feeling of butterflies when you wake up to the “hey beautiful!” text.
Or the thrill that comes over your body when you’re in the car and his hand slides onto your thigh, marking a sweet but somewhat sexy possessive move.
Life was a dream. I had a man who made me feel complete.
I was the happiest girl, he promised me the world.
I didn’t need the world, I am fairly simple, and I knew just having him was enough.
Date nights turned into weekends spent together, and the miss you texts would come as soon as he got in his car to go home.
Friends always said they wished they had the relationship I had. I was spoiled but damn, was I loved.