subject line: i'm the kind of girl who doesn't want to be alone in her bed, anymore

 

Alone in this messy pile of sheets

I’m not the kind of girl who ends up with a boy in her bed. I’m not the kind of girl to end up in a boy’s bed. I’m the kind of girl who thinks she’s a strong woman on her own, and names herself as such. I’m the kind of girl who was broken by the first boy, and cannot imagine that another man could possibly want her tired soul. I’m the kind of girl who is lonely, but afraid of moving beyond these little boundaries created in fear. I’m the kind of girl who has never learned to lend her heart, and fears the day she finally lends her body. I’m the kind of girl who dreams of a man who teaches her that Only Us (from Dear Evan Hansen), isn’t just a sentimental song. That someone could speak to her those same words, and they could become a lingering reality in her otherwise uncertain life. I’m the kind of girl who writes emails to strangers because she doesn’t know who else to tell. I’m the kind of girl who doesn’t want to be alone in her bed, anymore.