Let’s pretend.

Let’s pretend you picked me up from a bar,

From being oh so charismatic.

And I felt fire when you dragged your hand up my arm.

So I followed you,

From the bar,

To the street,

To the cab,

To your hotel,

To your hotel room,

With hard kisses in between,

And all I felt was fire. Again.

Let’s pretend you didn’t see my scars and my flaws,

As you were unzipping my dress,

And as you were kissing every inch of me,

Let’s pretend you weren’t thinking about someone else.

As I was unzipping your pants while pushing you to the bed.

And when I made you wait so I could turn the lights off,

You thought it was a game of trying to find my skin in a dark room.

But it was really so I didn’t have to find out when this ended.

I felt your breath on my neck,

And I pretend that you cared about me,

As I fell on top of you,

And perhaps just for a moment,

I didn’t pretend at all.

I felt your soft touch,

I felt your caution.

I tasted the whiskey on your breath and I can imagine you tasted tequila.

But dark and light liquors don’t mix very well, do they?

And you explored me as I touched your face,

And my hand grazed your five o’clock shadow.

I felt your breathing get quick,

And I knew it was almost over.

So when it was,

I pretended you didn’t ask me to leave.

I pretended you didn’t throw me my clothes and make me hurry.

I pretended you wanted me for more then just an hour.

So I zipped my dress back up,

And as I was closing your hotel door and putting my other heel on,

It had me wondering…

Did you pretend too?

friends forever, right?

“I would never leave you, even though you’re always leaving me.”

This relationship, this love, is different than all of my relationships because this deals with my best friend. A love that I probably couldn’t live without, that I needed desperately even when I didn’t want it.
Yes, this is a “love story” about two best friends. And yes, just like they say, two friends always end up falling for each other, no matter what.
We’ve been friends for maybe four or five years, and as far as I remember, he’s had a crush on me.
But it seems that when I felt the same way about him, I wouldn’t give him a chance.
It’s like when they say when you want someone and they don’t want you, and when someone wants you, you don’t want them.
The first year we were friends, I knew he had a crush on me and I had a crush on him, but I was very shallow, and yes, you can call me a bitch for it because I was. But I remember we were in 6th grade, and I was with him and a few friends of ours, next thing you know, this girl comes up and kisses him on the cheek.
I remember the next moment perfectly, I got angry, and without even thinking about it, I kissed him on the lips. My heart pounded, I haven’t ever felt that with anyone else until recently. We basically clashed together, but you know the next thing he tells me, is that I was his first kiss.
I don’t know why, but that made me feel special. I felt bad because I had taken that away from him, so his first girlfriend wouldn’t be his first. And to be fair, he was my second kiss, technically my first because I don’t like the guy who was my first, I also remember that, and brad was there too. Oh and I forgot to mention, his name is Brad. In my phone, his name is Bradley is sooo cool. Don’t ask, let me just tell you.
we were at the movies to see the movie lottery ticket in 2010, and we changed our contacts in our phones, he put that, I couldn’t remember what mine was, but I kept his that ever since, gives me some nice memories.
After two years, I was in the phase where I hated everyone and everything and everything was irritating and annoying to me. And I cut him off. I cut a lot of people off. He tried texting me, back then he was a little clingy, not that he isn’t now, I just don’t mind it anymore. But whenever he texted me I just was annoyed. so I ignored him, we just started talking recently, last year again, we talked a few times in between, but it was just short and sweet you could say. We both confessed out feelings for each other and then being the cold hearted bitch I am, I went and liked someone else, joey, and I just left him. In fact we were going to talk that Saturday, about us. And then when I and joey broke up, I did the same thing again. I thought I was still shallow, but that wasn’t the case. I was mostly afraid of losing a friendship, both we both agreed that we were mature enough that if we broke up we could still remain friends. So we started really talking. And I guess you could say we still are, we started to talk after a week, I think I needed a little space and he understood better now.
I think one of my favorite memories was one of our Starbucks dates, I think he got an iced cappuccino, and I got a pumpkin spice latte, this was in October, and we thought it was too crowded in the cafe so we went to the car and just talked. We talked about his brother that came back from war, how happy he was that he came back alive, and how awful it would be if he didn’t, and cross your fingers he will be back many times and retire with honor. I’m very proud of him. He doesn’t know me and I don’t know him, but I still thank him in my head for defending our country. I really would talk about anything with Brad; I was comfortable, and insanely happy that I got my best friend back.
What I love most about him is that he is a total sweetheart, he has one of those hearts where he keeps annoying you till you tell him what’s wrong, and then he would always make it better. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him genuinely upset, maybe mad a few times, but not sad. He always made everything better.
And after all of the years I pushed him away and made him feel unwanted, after all the “I’m sorry’s” and rejecting him, he’s still here. And he still wants me. I really couldn’t be happier.
I wouldn’t say our story ended, I think it has just started. And I’m happy that he still accepts me, and whether we go out or not, I think we’re going to be best friends for a long time. He basically my other half, or at least a big part, I don’t think I could for a while without thinking about him or without talking to him.
I just need him is all.
Thanks for reading our story.

Stay classy and sassy my loves.