“We can stay friends.”

No, we can't. The butterflies that flutter in my stomach at the sight of you won't just die. My skin will always remember the electric waves that your touch sends through it. I can't unlearn the curves of your tattoos, the angles of your face or the way you just fit in my arms perfectly.

No, we can't. Not when I myself stripped in front of you. Of my clothes, yes, but of my shell as well, so that you could see my weakest spots. Not when I tore down the walls that protected me because that's you wanted.

No, we can't. Because it's your face that I see when I wake up. Because my y soul longs for you. Because my body begs to reunite with yours. Because I love you and I can't not. We just ca-

"Yeah, sure... "