I’m a narcissist, completely wrapped up in love with myself and I never thought I’d get this… attached to someone else the way I am with you.

We hooked up once, maybe twice. Maybe more. I just can’t stop thinking about those nights. I miss your skin on mine, everything about it felt so right. The taste of sweat on my tongue, your hands pulling at my hair. It hurt, but it felt so damn good. I did whatever you wanted me to do. I was completely at your mercy for the nights we spent together.

I just miss your lips on me now.

I’m not sure what you wanted, we had a few dates here and there that’d turn into what I wanted to do, personally. I never really managed to get your opinion, you just went along with it but you definitely had the same amount of fun as I did. I’d turn up late to those dates though, way too many times. One night, you snapped at me and called me ‘inconsiderate’ but I liked the feistiness on you. I guess I love crazy.

Later that night, I tasted pure heaven.

I can’t forget it. I still crave it. I’m always wanting more. I managed to get ahold of you a few weeks back and you straight up told me that you have someone else. I really don’t know what I want anymore, I can’t figure out if I want the sex or just you.