Laying there beside him that morning, everything felt right in my life again, you know? I remember laying there thinking to myself “i don’t ever want this with anyone else.” I don’t wanna feel someone else pull me in closely while they’re still half asleep like the way he does, and i don’t ever want someone else to run their fingers across his tanned skin or through his mangled morning hair. And that really scares me, to think that ill never allow anyone else to get that close to me unless it’s him. He’s got this spell over me that is impossible to get out of. One look at those brown eyes or whiff of that cologne i bought him for his 22nd birthday and I’m hooked all over again, and i hate myself for that. Because once i hopped outta his truck that morning, he had completely erased everything from that night, including me and hasn’t thought about it since, but for me…its been eating me alive for days.