You say I dragged you, but I think you dragged me.

You kissed me like you hated me so we shared a cab.

The cab driver was thoroughly disenchanted with our behaviour. You're wilder than I am, and you also do drugs, but I don't care because it isn't you I'm in love with. Don't get me wrong, you're a great friend. I also love that I can talk to you about the guy I AM in love with, and you offer sound advice.

You tell good stories. We layed in bed all afternoon, facing eachother while you smoked and I watched your sleepy eyes get sleepier.

I'm obsessed with your hair. I loved having it in my face and when I put my hand up the back of your head and yanked it, you pulled mine harder until my head was forced back so far I could look at you as you sunk your teeth into my lips.

It looked like I'd had a severe allergic reaction the next morning.

I slapped you and you returned the favour. You're only ten pounds heavier than I am but you put finger marks all over my body and made the roots of my hair ache.

You restrained me and I fought back, but just for fun to see if you could handle me.

You could.

You may have ruined me.

I fell asleep on your chest, and our friendship remains the same.