This one guy. I’m not supposed to like him, because I’m already with someone else. Don’t get me wrong, I love my boyfriend. I want to be loyal and contented. I’m committed and I want to stay that way. But I have no idea why I think about him sometimes, the other guy I mean. We have very little memories of each other. I’m not even sure if I can call him my friend. I like him, and I have to remind myself every now and then that I can’t. It’s crazy and complicated and most of all it’s wrong. Maybe that’s what makes it desirable.