I talked to him again. First time in a long time he answered me. Actually said good night, actually kept the chat going, actually seemed interested in what i was saying. To bad it was only because he thought he'd get sex out of it.
I let out a long sigh as i rest my phone down on the near by coffee table, i walk up to the smuged mirror, i look like a mess, i fix my bra, zip my pants up and take my long brown hair out of the messy bun.
I sit at my dresser and start to brush my hair. Another day wasted, another day in this horrid world, another day used by others.
Takes okay, if this it what it keeps him in my life. I love him but he doesn't love me. I dont want to lose him and I'll do what it takes to keep him in my life, to see how his adorable face wringles as he lets out a big bright smile, the way his eyes twinkle in amusment. I want him by my side forever, however he wants to be there as, my friend, my fuck buddy, i wish my boyfriend but thats a pointless dream.
I wish he loved me like i loved him.
