I once met a boy so bad for me, he was too good. He was everything I never thought I wanted. He didn't love Jesus like I thought he should. He didn't love the things about me that I wanted him to. But he made me feel comfortable. He never made me feel unattractive or unloved. But he took parts of me. Parts of me that I needed. Parts that I couldn't get back. It wasn't fair because I didn't stand a chance. That smile, the way he held me. It left me defenseless. And I still don’t know why. Every time he looked at me a certain way or touche my waist in just that right spot when we hugged, it was like magic all over again. No matter how long it had been or how much I told myself I was over him, it didn't matter. All because he had those eyes and those lips, and that. one. touch. Mm. And even though I don’t crave it all the time like I used to, sometimes I look at him and it starts to bring back those memories.