Sometimes I wish I can go back and change the way I was so that I wouldn’t be the way I am now. I’m fucked up. Everything that has happened made me, me.
You’re my absolute best friend, but it’s very, very hard for me to keep reminding myself that I’m not supposed to be in love with you. When we spend time together (which is often), you have no idea how frequently kissing you crosses my mind. It drives me crazy some days. The way you rest your head on my shoulder, or lean up against me, or drape your arm over my legs.. Sigh. Boy, you have no clue what you do to me.
I think I found my summer romance. Its not what I was looking for, or what I was expecting. But I’m ready to love, wholeheartedly. With reckless abandon.
This, is going to be beautiful.
I keep telling people i’m over you. Truth is, I’m not. It’s been 8 months since we’ve broken up, and I swear not a day goes by since I’ve met you that I haven’t thought about you. I’ve tried my hardest for you to be mine again, but you’re over me now and it breaks my heart. I’ll always love you. I promise.
i was friends with benefits with my best male friend for over a year. we both knew a relationship would never work, so we just stayed best friends but did not ignore our sexual chemistry- i think we both found the crazy sex exciting. he suddenly got a girlfriend but we still flirt a ridiculous…
