You know what sucks? When I told you I liked you and you responded with “Well I think you’re a cool person.” Even after everyone telling me you felt the same way I did about you. I tell you my thoughts and for some reason get shot down. I’m not really sure why. These past few weeks I’ve grown to like you. Even after the awesome sex, even after we said we’re just fuck buddies, even after our awkward silences. I yearn for them. I ache for you. Not in an “oh god I need to fuck” way. But in a I really want to pursue more with you way. I wish I could go back to that drunken night I told you all this. Take it back. Have what we were as is. Because honestly, at least then you’d talk to me. I wonder if you’re scared. If you have your walls up as high as I do. It took all my might and a shot of Crown to get what I needed to say out. You were in a shitty relationship that caused a child to be born. I just got out of a shitty relationship as well. You may still live with her. But that doesn’t mean you can’t let your walls down a bit to let me in. I just need in, even for a bit. So I can feed my addiction to this crush. I told you I always get what I want. I meant it. I won’t stop til I get what I want. And that’s you, boy. Someday soon, you will be mine. Until then, this addiction lives on.