First day of my time of the month is always the worst. It's the day I just want to curl up in a ball and not move. It's also a day where I remember the feeling of being loved.
I was laying on my bed at the hotel one night, the one I love had come over to use the shower and eat dinner with me. He came over to me and put his big warm hand on my abdomen and just rubbed it. It was a warm massage, and simply because he loved me.
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