He wasn’t the guy I should have been with.
I had a boyfriend. A cute guy who treated me well.
But then there was him. He wanted me. He followed me. He begged to go with him.
He was bad. And I liked to tease him. It gave me power of this tough guy who everybody feared.
I knew I was stoking up a fire. It’s what I wanted to do.
But when the flames took hold, well, I couldn’t control him.
I’d made him want me and there was no going back.
“I can’t stop thinking about you…” he said.