be-aucoup:

Keeping up with the Kardashians, Kim and Kourtney take Miami, and all of those Kardashians shows.

He was a man, my first, and that captivated me. He made me feel safe for the few hours I knew him. I was deeply attracted to all the things he had, who he was, how he slept, the way he fucked.

I fell in love with the lifestyle I knew he could give me, the lifestyle I know I still want, deep down inside.

But it could never work, not in this reality.

He’s a man. He’s seen war and failure and promise, and I’m still a girl. I can’t understand structure and schedules, and the world still revolves around me and my wants and my fears.

I could share my time and my life, but there’s still that piece I keep for myself. There’s still that restless, childish piece that makes it so easy for me to pick up and leave.