Well, as some may know, For the past six months or so I'd been having a fling with my best friend Pete. Even though I knew it was just fun, or supposed to be, I couldn't help myself. I was twisted in his words and movements.. His hands and lips like magic, sigh.. He eventually told me he was thinking about dating me, ecstatic as I was we layed all night together watching movies.. Well I come to find out he was just as confused as I was. Right now he wants to have someone there for him while he can run around with bar skanks, an open relationship, which I'm not down for. It's taken me two months or so to get going with my life, even when he left he made me stronger. Though I still wake up and wish I saw him there again, where he was everynight since I lived here, next to me with sometimes his hand in mine. So secretive, we couldn't tell anyone. Its was so exciting and I think that was our downfall..
Friends with benefits with my best friend was the best and worst idea I've ever had.