He always somehow got me wrapped in his web. Thinking about all the fun times we shared. Calling or even texting me to come over, knowing I know what comes next. Sometimes I think twice about going over. I could never tell him how much he means to me. I wanted to cry when he said," I need to look good for the ladies." Wow! He fucked me right before he said that. I wanted to get up and leave. What do I mean to this fucking person. I feel stupid. I'm always there and have a good body. Other girls are not really there and have perfect bodies. I'm trying to complete my understanding. What the fuck went wrong. Ha! I'm so frustrated. I wanna tell him that I am, but what's the point.
