You would never guess that somewhere deep inside of me I still love him. Buried under the good girl impression is the real me and that version of me will do the unquestionable in the blink of an eye just for one night with him. Not caring one bit who I hurt in the end. Just for that limited time to pretend we are what will never be. But not even he knows what I am truly feeling when he holds me close and in the darkness of his room i can feel his breath on the back on my neck. I’d love to believe that he could never be this at ease with anyone other than me. That the only time he is his true self is only with me. Just like i am only my true self when i am with him.