I was your best friend and suddenly we talked about trying the next level. The dangerous route to disaster… But we talked about it and we were such strong friends so sure that we could make it all the way!
So it started like a crush where we were courting each others, leaving little notes here and there, small nice poems, of words of love, of care and understanding.
And then the lovemaking started. How could we even think that it was a good idea? Friends with benefits. Became friends with crushes. Friends with jealousy. Friends with sadness.
And then it stopped being benefits and was all disadvantages.
And then the friendship died.
I just wish that I could take it all back and start over and tell you NO. I miss you. So, so much!