I knew I was going to get hurt when I felt my stomach blow up when he said my name.
I knew I was in too deep when I felt his fingertips on my hips even hours after he had gone.
and fuck I knew I was done for when I could hardly smile honestly without his hand laced with mine and at that point I knew I should’ve left but I thought maybe if I stayed with him for a little bit longer he would crave me as much as I craved him.
—  I knew it I knew it I knew it.