The weekend that follows 2010 New Year’s weekend, I met this dude at this club that my friend and I attend on a regular weekend night. I saw him out on the dance floor. He looked like a lost puppy the way he was standing staring at the crowed dancing all around him, real cute and somewhat drunk out of his ass and yet something about him attract me to him. Although he was older than I was and he was drunk, he was the first guy I ever pursue in a club setting and got successful. Ever since that night, where we dance, talk cute to each other and exchange numbers we have been texting each other on the phone. It’s our preferred of communication and been going very acceptable. I thought he had made it clear to me, and I believe I understood where we both stood. I’m a man that could not help falling in love with something that I know I was not supposing to. Knowing that I love and he can’t love me back is hurting my immortal soul.
He does not need me, he wants me as a chill buddy which is ok by him, but I need him but don’t want him as a chill buddy. I have not identified the reasons why I need him. It is just that I need him to love me, to smile at me, to kiss me and cry with me and tell me am special and that I can do anything I want but don’t need to try hard because I will always be there for you and to bring that true meaning into my life. I want to be able to be the man that he wants to come home to, protect, fight for and defend against all odd, do the small things that no one else but me can do, argue and after word have a great passionate make-up sex while looking into each other eyes and say I love you and he love me. Why can’t I find that, why
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