I have never thought about it in this context
that’s actually really, really creepy.
I once pointed this out to my mother and she just stared at me, in stunned silence for ages.
There will always be a girl who is less sober, less secure, with less friends walking in a darker part of town. I want her safe just as much as I want me safe.
my mom knew my dad liked her because when she first met him she told him she hated his mustache and the next day he had shaved it off and if that’s not true love I don’t know what is