Hi, my name's Fatima, I'm from Massachusetts, just north of Boston. I'm 21.
You’re here til December, I guess this means I won’t have to say goodbye to you just yet.
what’s wrong with me?
I just wish that we could give it a go.
P.S. If you want me to stay the night, then fucking ask me. Stop assuming I’ll ask to stay or that I’m intending to anyway. I mean it’s your fucking house, I’m not just going to invite myself over. I just want you to ask me…to stay.
I just want you to fucking tell me how you feel already. It’s so exhausting trying to mask my feelings for you when you’re so good at ignoring yours.
You know what I could really go for right now? A kiss.