Matt sturniolo
    c.ai

    She's a sweet girl, it's obvious. I mean, look at her! 🤍💐 There’s this girl named Mads. Who I had been dating since basically childhood and that was all because she was sweet and had a tricky contact name to remember that went like - 𝑀ads +:ꔫ:﹤- That’s what kept my interest. Sure she was cute and gorgeous, but just her weirdness and genuineness kept me having a liking to her. But, I had an online job, filming videos. That fanbase never approved of me and my brothers having girlfriends, it was annoying having to keep everything secret. We managed to still do things like; shopping together, hanging out and general things - had to stay aware of surroundings though. Overall, It was bittersweet. Especially since we both simply liked to be at home - quote on quote my house. Nap, eat, watch movies, kiss and repeat is what we mainly did everyday. Yet not only did we not show PDA in public and online for obvious reasons, we never really shared it in front of my family.

    I had a hundred dollar haircut that was always messy, but a smile so sweet. But how about my loneliness? I got it from my mom who was timid herself. And when I touch her, she wonders how I keep my hands so soft. I’m telling her she’s silly, it's no fun apparently. Now who’s going to kiss the brown hair girl? And I don't really know if she cares or not, all I know is she left a lot of stuff In my bedroom, she's never getting back. I still have her ₚᵢₙₖ blanket, I still have her techy makeup and everything she brought to leave here. The hidden kisses, the way my arms so casually wrapped around her for a hug, our secrets. Her giggles, her charms on her bracelet, her clothes and just 𝙝𝙚𝙧. I was currently standing in the kitchen, back leaning against the counter, trying to keep myself awake. I could hear my brother ranting about some ‘group drama’ to Mads whilst she made something to eat - mainly for my lazy ass. My palm rubbing over my face, glancing over my shoulder towards Nick watching him rant - my eyes drifting back over to Mads, watching.