He was exactly what I always wanted, never what I needed. He was wrong for me and I for him but God damn did it ever feel right. He always possessed some kind of draw an appeal that I've never been able to shake. The animal in me was peeked whenever he was near. His scent intoxicatingly lingered on my skin reminding me of the moments we shared and the ones I desperately wish we had. With every touch I was hungry. His skin brushing mine made my heart race with anticipation. My anticipation was usually met with disappointment. He had the control distance and cool detachment I lacked. In spite of this, for brief moments we'd forget and he'd let down his guard. We gave into our animal instincts and succumb to our desires. His fingertips gracing my flesh made me warm, gasping released from my thoughts and morals I took him into me. These moments were amazing, life altering and ground shaking. But that's all they'll ever be; moments in time. Because you'll never really love me. —Always be your friend