goodbadboy
I loved only once. It was that wild kind of love when you’re only content when he’s around. Or when he’s replying. Or when you’re anticipating time you will spend together. Healthy? Absolutely not. He had a girlfriend. But we still loved. Smelling his clothes would turn me on immediately. Would bring me joy better than any food or drugs. It was a drug on its own. Having him near me and feeling the touch of his buddy made me think that’s all I need in life. We could simply be caught in that moment forever and I would never ask for anything more. That moment, that touch, that warmth of our bodies was enough
