He's 23. So am I. Old enough to know better but not smart enough to stay away. He has a girlfriend that everyone knows about. Whenever they're off again, he comes back to me. It wasn't supposed to mean anything. Just comfort. Just fun. Until I started falling for him. For his lies, his warmth, his almost-love. When he touched me, it felt real. When he looked at me, it felt like forever. But forever doesn't exist when you're the other girl.
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