Dimples can suck it.
And I enjoy being kissed on my neck.
It hasn't happened like that for a while, but for the record of honesty that I uphold, my neck.
It is my favorite place to be kissed.
And I do not enjoy spending three hours at a time in a car with everything to lose and nothing to say. And I do not enjoy eating dinner out of a cardboard box or watching a person I've dreamt of for years explode into a million tiny pieces. And I'm walking on egg shells trying to decide whether he's worth it or not. Whether it's worth the fight, you know?
Because it hasn't been. I've yet to be inspired by the fight that one of them is worth it.
And I can't hack it, so dimples can suck it.