I didn't realize part of me was missing until I found what completed me. It was him. His mysterious eyes which raged with internal war, his full red lips, his brown hair which slicked back, his beautiful personality, which hid behind his bad boy act, his warm hold which sent shivers down my spine, the way he whispered "I love you." I just needed all of him in exchange for all of me. His body for mine specifically. He was all mine and I was all his. I loved him and I wanted to believe he loved me too. I convinced myself that our relationship had to be based on more than just sex. It must have been. I wasn't just his fuck buddy. We had a connection... not only a physical connection, but a spiritual and emotional connection. We knew each other in ways no one else could. He knew me better than I knew myself. I knew him better than he knew himself. At least that's what I thought.... what I hoped for...
