Paul and you had been friends with benefits for painfully long, whenever you wanted to label your relationship as something he’d always just say you two were casual, what was casual about the obsessive love you held for him? What was casual about the way he grabbed your waist, the way he softly kissed the back of your jaw while he stood behind you, almost towering over you protectively. What was casual about the fact you called him ‘my man’ to your friends but he never mentioned you to his?