Oh fuck it. All I want to do right now is make out with him. Feel his body pressed up against mine. The funny little hairs of his upper lip. I’d never really be able to tell anyone this but there’s this part of me (I guess you could call it my id) that just wants him. It relishes in the memory of those two times and prays for more. I know, I’m supposed to be the innocent, smart one but I can’t help it when it comes to him. The previously suppressed passions just can’t be retained any longer. They need to be set free. Sure its a bit wrong but who cares. I want to be happy and being with him makes me happy. So forget the rules and just let me be. I don’t care that he lied to me before. What is life but one giant mistake you have to learn from and hopefully he’s learned his lesson. And if he hasn’t then I guess I’m in for some pain, oh well (not like I’ve never been hurt before). But if its a choice between garanteed no pain and happiness with maybe some pain, I’ll take the second one thank you!