I hate seeing you and having to pretend like I don’t know what your lips feel like. Or how it feels to run my fingers through your hair.
I hate knowing what makes you excited and what drives you crazy and pretend like we have no history.
I hate that it’s not weird for you because avoiding me now is what you do.
I hate that I gave you something you didn’t deserve and now every time I see you I crave it knowing I’ll never have it again.
I hate you. But I love you..
being in a friends with benefits is like being in a totally wrecked car crash and coming out of it alive. you’re incredibly hurt mentally and physically and then you are left so confused. everything becomes so messed up and it almost never works out like you thought it would. oh and you’ll most likely lose that one important person in your life and the friendship will never be the same after that.