1/24/11 - 5/5/11
It's the weirdest feeling. We've been best friends for years. We hug and lean on each other all the time. She's always been there for me actually. I don't know what I'd do, or where I'd be without her.
But then there she was, staring up at me with this look in her eyes that I'd never seen before, and for some reason I wanted to kiss her. I don't know why.
So we kissed.
Even weeks after it happened I thought about it. It was a nice distraction from my problems.
Then one night she stormed in, crying and talking 100mph like she usually does when she's panicked. Why does she always blame herself for things that aren't her fault? I told her the truth, half scared that she'd walk out the door as soon as she knew it. She didn't. In fact, she told me she'd never leave me. We must've stared at each other for an hour after that. I went along with this feeling in me, and we kissed again.
That's when she tried to leave. Said something about us "being friends", I don't know.
I must've freaked or something because I heard myself tell her to stay, and felt my hand take hers, and lead her to my room.
Next thing I know, my shirt is on the floor and she's tugging at my hair and my thoughts are spinning too fast to make sense. I didn't care about going to court, or my parents walking in on us. I was just focused on her. How much I wanted her. Every curve, every breath, every drop of sweat, I needed.
I woke up to the sound of zipping and a silhouette of her walking away, heels in hand. She won't answer my calls, return my texts. Nothing.