i grew up in colorado and my grandparents lived near cheyenne mountain. their house was big and had beautiful views and a porch. when my parents and i would stay the night we slept in the basement and they had a little toddler bed for me. they had this marble coffee table that i still remember laying my hands and forehead on to feel how cool the stone was. i miss them so much and those memories are so sweet. one day i’d like to move back to colorado and buy their house :)
I love being alone so much that I think I need to do the opposite, but some of yall need to learn how to be comfortable being alone … like no more serial dating babe, please
