• Just fucking friends.

    by  • October 6, 2010 • Friends, Love - Pure and Simple, Yearning for You • 0 Comments

    Dear M,

    I didn’t even care that you were stoned last night. I was just happy to have your attention. I didn’t care that you were not in your right mind as we laid together on your friend’s bed as he obliviously showed us funny pictures from the internet, closer together than we’ve been for a while, your chin in the crook of my neck, our legs entwined. I didn’t care that as soon as your high wore off, you would remember that I was not the girl who calls you baby, and I would be forced to remember that you were not the boy I was dating.

    But I couldn’t help it. Your hands on my stomach, pulling me close, your breath on my neck, your chest pressed to my back, your fingers trailing across my skin…all that is enough to make a girl forget about her obligations (and more than enough to make her fantasize when she’s kissing the person she’s actually seeing).

    I know we’re best friends and feeling this way will only hurt me. So I’ve tried, really I have, to care about something besides you. But you have an alarming hold on my attention. You have for a over a year and a half, and you always will.

    Love V.

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