No Limits.

Why does he have to want the difficult, the complicated, the intoxicating, and frustrating one? Why can't he want me? Why can't I be that one?

Boys.
BOYS.
BOYS.

They never get old.
I'm stuck.
A first love never dies.
But I don't want to fall again.
I won't get hurt again.
And he makes me feel special.
I get all nice and fuzzy inside.
Two boys, one choice. Fuck it.
I'm single once again.
And I'm prefectly fine with that.