Want

But it's so much more than just the sex to me. There's a reason I'm willing to deal with all of his bullshit and do things for him all the time. I want him to want me as much as I want him. And if I'm going to be truthful, I don't even know why I feel this way about him. And I get so much shit from other people about my choice in who I'm giving my affection to, but yet I just deal with that too. I guess it's because when we're alone, it finally feels like he's pouring all of his affection on me. And the conversations we end up having about our future give me that cliche warm-and-fuzzy feeling like I just took a shot of Fireball. I don't know why I love him at all, really. I just know that I do and that it'll be impossible for me to stray.