The hookup satisfaction was kind of like a leveled up Pokémon.
You know you imagine yourself in a relationship from time to time. Don’t lie. You know you create a whole lot of scenarios of yourself with a…….. boyfriend. *Cringes*.
Everyone is on the dance floor, and he makes his way over. He gets closer, until he’s completely behind you. You’re moving to the rhythm of the song, and his hands brush over your hips. Dear god. Control yourself.
I’d rather build a fantasy of what we could be, instead of facing the harsh but lucid reality that you don’t acknowledge me or my heart. Who knows, you could be in love. In love with someone who makes you feel just like how you make me feel. And I may have no clue of it.