Rockstar guides

  We were such a normal couple.  He was four months older than me, and we were so in love—or at least I thought we were. He smelled like deep forest musk. I smelled like yearning. Want. Need. I don’t know why. I wash, but it only makes the scent stronger. “You know, I bet you taste as good as you look.” Do you forget that I’m human too? Or do you only remember the things you want me to do—how I could please you? I know when you look at me, all you see is my body. It takes over my personality before I ever get a chance to speak. “Oh, what big boobs you have.” They’re nice, right? Hey—I really like you. But we were never meant to be lovers. Only friends with benefits. And every time you become a part of me, then leave, I miss you. So maybe I’ve become part of the problem too. The only time we don’t argue is when we’re touching each other. But is that really love? You don’t love me. You wouldn’t even know its name. And I think it’s because, time and time again, we never actually ...