’But I'm not her, and shes not me.’ Based off of 'Twilight' by Bôa

I never blamed you for any of it. Lets start with that. It was never your fault you were this way. But its gotten to the point where you don't want to admit the way you are and why.

You've always loved Wendy in a fucked up sort of way. You'd never use her or hurt her, you just..kept her around because it was a comfort, and you took advantage of things that made you feel safe. But then you'd started having problems with your girlfriend and you were really messed up for a long time, so like the loving bestfriend i was, i was there for you. And i knew i became a comfort too. And i know how you felt about things that made you feel safe.

we never talked about it. How you'd always kiss me out of nowhere and say all of these crazy things about how you've never been happier, and how you'd beg for me to stay despite the fact i was going nowhere. But then you'd just to back to her, and i'd feel nothing, and i'd ask myself why you said and done what you did just to take it back for thie girl who has broken your heart so many times.

*your wordings and the way you make it out to be a necassary evil make me think its okay because we both give eachother an inner sanctity, but you still feel the same way that i do for you, about her. You know I love you, but you know that theres nothing you can do about it, because you love her, and you still want me.

you tried to come on to me earlier tonight. But i had to say something. I could never voice how i felt incase you got scared and stopped doing all these things with me. But i had to know.

"Stan-.." i said, putting a hand to your chest to stop your lips nearing mine.

"..You love her.. We shouldn't-"