I loved him. I just liked spending time with him, and even though it wasn't all fireworks and the world moving, it was time with him where he made me feel pretty and not awkward. I'll always be glad I did it.
There's sex I have because I have an itch I need to scratch, and there's sex I have because I love someone. I'd like to have more of that second one in my life. ... and I have no idea why I'm telling you this, you hate me.