People Say I Am Cute And Nice. Also Fellas I Am Famous In Ma College But Why Do Keep Attracting Wrong

People say I am cute and nice. Also fellas I am famous in ma college but why do keep attracting wrong or average boys.

Sometimes it's sad sometimes it's exciting to be single

When will a decent guy ask me out.😩

#single #sometimeslonely #boys #girls

A Shade of Rose: The First Time / Chapter 2

Catch up: Prologue - Chapter 1

Adam’s POV

“Taylor, nothing is wrong,” I responded as I touched her face that had bowed to despair.

I caressed her cheek and gazed into her eyes, attempting to reassure her. There were words I had wanted to speak since the moment our eyes linked. My head echoed the words every moment we were together, every time I kissed her goodbye and at the conclusion of every call.

I had not known her for long but why did time have to dictate the rules? Time stood motionless when we were together anyway.

“There’s something I have wanted to tell you, for a little bit I suppose,” I murmured.

I swallowed to steady my voice, as Taylor’s ocean blue eyes seemed to read my soul. She had seized my mind, she was all I thought about, and I could not recall what my mind surrendered to before her.

I scooted up against her bed frame, pulling her with me. I smirked as I noticed her small hand was wrapped around my index finger, holding on so securely. It was moments like this that I realized how I craved to protect her, she was brave and free but she was so delicate and complex.

“I want you to know that…” I began as I took both her hands in mine.

I met her eyes and she bit her lip in apprehension. That lip bite was one of my favorite things I have ever seen and I did not want to go a day without witnessing it again. I chuckled to myself, breaking her uneasiness.

“Why are you laughing?” she questioned as a smile swept across her face.

I shook my head unable to find the group of words to explain my sudden emotion. I found her eyes again and the words flowed out.

“Taylor, I love you,” I assured. “I know that our time together has been brief but I know that this is real. I wanted to tell you in the perfect way, in a creative approach, at the best time but there is no such thing because there could not be a moment created worthy enough to express how lovely you are, how much I love you.”

Taylor’s POV

My mind sprinted, attempting to process the words that had escaped his mouth so boldly.

“You… you love me?” I asked as I pulled my hands out of his in trepidation.

I had known him for such a brief time, yet he was so assertive in his announcement, making me question his motives.

“I do,” he beamed. “I know you probably were not expecting this and I do not presume you to say it back but I am weary from saying it in my head, the words have been trapped in there since…. Well since the day we met.  I always knew and this feeling, I have never felt anything like it. I never want it to leave, for you to leave. I love you, Taylor.”

I stared into his eyes, searching for flickers of insincerity but just as before, all I found was truth. I contemplated then thrust the anxieties aside, appreciating what I had also known to be true.

“I love you too,” I gushed. “I love you a lot.”

As the words departed my mouth, I extended my arms out to Adam having overcome with emotion. He pulled me into him, cradling me against him in an impeccable fit.

I giggled and wrapped my arm around Adam’s neck, only allowing myself to feel the chaste bliss of this magical moment.

“You love me, Taylor?” he suspected as a smile continued to linger on his face.

“I love you lots,” I announced. “Lots and lots and lots and lots…”

Adam’s lips compressed into mine, abruptly halting my words. His hand met my chin and I sunk further into him, imploring for more. We spent an unannounced time innocently exploring each other’s lips before Adam pulled away.

“Taylor, I love you,” he whispered as he kissed my forehead.

Our foreheads touched and he moved his hands gently through my hair, tolerantly waiting for me to respond as I gathered my thoughts.

“I love you too, Adam,” I echoed. “I swear… I love you so much.”

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured. “I’ve never seen anything as lovely as you.”

I blushed and bit my lip, tilting my head down and giggling at his words.

“I am serious, Taylor,” he continued. “I am going to tell you that every day so you best get used to it.”

I gazed up to Adam and he had the most endearing look on his face. I touched the scruff on his face, then his broad shoulder before placing my arms around his neck. I wanted to remember this moment, the way it felt and the way it looked. Time was fleeting but I was going to cherish this twinkling for as long as I could.  

Adam’s POV

As Taylor drifted in my lap, I continued to beam. I loved this woman and she loved me too. I had always felt it but saying it to her and hearing her response back, was more gratifying that I could have ever imagined.

I continued to rub her back and cradle her in my arms as our conversation concluded, held hostage by Taylor’s exhaustion.  

I contemplated before gently laying her on the bed, then sliding between the icy sheets myself. Instantaneously, she positioned herself on my chest, mumbling inexplicable words.

I embraced her to my chest, and listened to her steady breathing. Tranquility engulfed the room, as everything seemed to be faultless in this dwelling.

“Adam,” she whispered. “Adam?”

“Yes, Taylor?” I questioned, unaware that she had woken up.

“No one has ever told me that before, you are the first person to be in love with me,” she revealed. “You are also the only person… that I have ever been in love with.”

I kissed her head and she repositioned herself to look up at me with glimmering eyes.

“I love you very much, Adam,” she notified. “Thanks for loving me too.”

A tear leaked from her eye as the words exited her mouth. I brushed it aside, instantly cracking from her emotion, which was all in all, my emotion too.

“Taylor, it is so effortless to love you. It is an honor, and I love you so,” I marveled.

She nodded, before melting back into my chest and drifting into serenity.

My head whirled with an additional realization.

I did not want to be solely the first person Taylor had ever loved; I wanted to be the last.

***Hope you all enjoyed the long awaited Chapter 2! If this gets more than 100 notes, I will post Chapter 3 on Friday, otherwise it will be posted this Saturday! (Good luck to you all that want it Friday!) As always, let me know your thoughts! I love hearing your feedback, theories, suggestions and all!

#barbie

What About The Kens?

I'm already seeing guys complain about the Barbie movie end, how they wanted Kens to be equal in Barbieland but were only given a small part on the Cabinet.

That's the point.

You're meant to feel bad for the Kens. Believe me, women aren't partying over the 'Returns to Matriarch' ending. Some will be, but the ones who also clocked the meaning behind it won't. Most women will also feel bad for Kens. Because it's an exact parallel to how women are treated in reality.

Men, you're meant to be upset. You're meant to question it. Because you're meant to feel it, and feel what that is like, so you can finally understand women. You're upset at seeing it in a movie, now imagine living it in reality. That's being a woman.

Kens were shit on so you could feel what it was like for women this entire time. Kens were being used as a placement so you could see yourself in a woman's shoes. A world dominated by the opposite sex. When Ken leaves, and sees male presidents (All men) for the first time, men being doctors and lawyers, etc, realising he is more than just a prop for Barbie, that was on purpose. Because that is the feeling that Barbie gave to women. It's why you cheer for him at first before he goes a little overboard.

It's exactly why the real world was an exaggerated Partriarchy and Barbieland an exaggerated Matriarchy. Neither wins. Neither is equal. None of them change for the better. It's why you should want women in the real world to be respected, and Kens in Barbieland to be respected.

The thing is, women also didn't win. Not in the real world. In Barbieland, yes, but not anywhere else. The real world didn't change. But you didn't notice, did you? That Gloria (The mother that helped Barbie) also didn't get a position on the Mattel board? It was still all men? Her idea was ignored until it made a profit, and the men will likely get the credit? She'll still just be the receptionist? The women representing the real world didn't get anymore opportunities, neither did the men in Barbieland.

I was hoping that Gloria would be offered a position on the board, and that the Barbie Cabinet would introduce another entire Cabinet to represent the Kens, but neither happened. They're complete mirrors.

But which one did you actually notice? Which did you actually care about? Now tell me again the ending was unfair. Because it was. For both parties. That's the point.

The difference is, Barbieland is fictional. You will walk out of the theatre with the reassurance that at least it's not real. Women won't. Women can't. Companies not giving women equal opportunities or voices isn't fictional, and that was just one example. There are no women presidents (USA at least) for us to go look at in the real world. We don't have somewhere to go to realise it could be different for us like Ken did. Barbie and make believe is all we had when we were kids, or even now.

You're supposed to be mad, just not at the movie.

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#wholesome

“She was a storm. Not the kind you run from. The kind you chase.”

— r.h.sin