My Best Friend...

I wonder if he knows.

I couldn't stop thinking about him today.

It's really quite inappropriate to think of him like that, but there are so many times I've looked at him with this strange craving... and he must not see it in me - pecks on the cheek every night when I leave, but I want him to hold me for once, I want to be the weak one, I want to be held up this time... I want to cling to him helplessly, I want him to take over and kiss me for once.

I don't want to feel like the man anymore. I don't want to play the therapist. I just want a damn kiss.
slowrewind slowrewind
22-25, F
May 11, 2007