I hate you. Your girlfriend has no idea what we did that night in January. Your teased me for hours in my car. You said that you could die happy if you only tasted my lips just once. I had more will power than you and did not let you taste me. We went 3 months of acting normal around our girlfriends. You were on replay in my head eveytime I made love. I just broke up with mine today and you just left my house an hour ago to go back to your girlfriend who treats your horrible and walks all over you and stifles your every decision. I am sick of saying yes to you all the time and you never giving as much to me as I to you. I took you to the skyline, I hiked with you in the woods to see Mt Ranier. You gave me a half an hour when i needed you the most today. Neither of us told our girlfriends about our foreplay for hours. I comforted you on the couch, and then we turned each other on. I have saved all of your memorable texts in a folder to read when I am sad. You torture me daily. Your girlfriend has no idea you wrote me poetry. I hate not seeing your texts on my phone. I hate how I don't really hate you at all.