Loving Her

It’s wrong to like a friend that you know nothing can ever happen with.
It’s hopeless to like a straight friend when you know you’ll only be let down.

Just one question though:
Why.
Must.
She.
Let.
Me.
Touch.
Her?

There’s no part of her I haven’t seen or felt.
Let me just tell you.

She’s beautiful.
She’s the kind of girl that knows she can do whatever she wants.
She knows how much control she has over me.
She’s the kind of girl that hits me harder than X… and that’s just looking at her alone.

I don’t love her though.
I don’t even like her that much.
I don’t want to tell her I love another girl.
I don’t just want her.

I need her.