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Seeing Me in a Different Light
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Prose/Short Stories I don’t know what we are anymore.
I suppose someone on the outside might call us “friends with benefits”. What an asinine phrase. We have never been friends, and our relationship is anything but beneficial to me.
No, what we have is a sex-hate relationship. Whenever we are not together in a sexual capacity, he is repulsed by me.
I don’t know what I’m trying to prove by still seeing him.
Maybe because I know, after a while, he becomes attracted to me again. But it hurts that he only sees me when he can touch me too like a blind man that must feel his way around.
I don’t look at him either. Not the way I used to when I stared back because I was confused, curious as to what he saw in me.
Now I look at him wondering why he doesn’t see it anymore.
