I can’t read your mind.
I can’t feel bad for texting another guy in front of you when you’re planning lingerie parties in front of me. I can’t promise I won’t talk to other guys when you don’t even have my name in your phone.
Don’t call me beautiful.
Don’t make me wear your hat that smells just like you.
Don’t kiss my fuckin cheek and nose and forehead.
Don’t make future plans with me.
Don’t fuckin ask to cuddle.
Don’t promise me things.
Don’t call me babe or honey.
Don’t hold my hand.
Don’t stare at me.
Don’t call me your girlfriend.
….If you don’t want me to fall for you.