.::. Just Friends .::.

You know what one of the shittiest feelings in the world is? It's that feeling you get after you spend a wonderful evening with somebody. Dinner, drink some wine, enjoy each other's company. The conversation is going great, both us are laughing. Eye contact is being made... But then at then end of the night you make a move and she kisses you back, gently. This isn't an impulse kiss out of lust where you immediatly shove your tounges down one anothers throats until you feel her thorax. No this is one those kisses you want at the end of a date, well maybe not all dates, but at least after the ones of girls you want to keep around. The kiss is soft and passionate, you pull back her hair a bit and breathe heavy on her neck. But then the bomb drops....
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She busts out the one word, you really don't want to hear. The F word, that's right, she brings out the whole friend argument. Bubbles burst, bombs explode, statues topple. The night of it hurts, but even more so it hurts when she actually calls you back a week later.... Fuck It.