It started as a casual flirtation. A crush gone bad, a distraction from 'real life'. The chemistry between them was a drug, an experimentation that turned addiction that spiraled out of control. He was hott, said all the right thngs, aggresive, 'different'. Soon faux consumd every thought in mrs jones brain. He became 'real life'. As the months passed feelings grew, bonds were formed, memories made. She will forever miss his cocky sexy smile, his smell, his body, his words, the smirks and dirty thoughts shared with each other, his ability to make her feel 'unattainable'...the awesome sex. He will miss and crave and long for her passion, her crazyness, her enthusiasm, her words...the awesome sex. All in all everything was 'stellar'...until july 11 2009...when he married someone else. What remains of this fauxship- a plaid shirt, pictures (actual one and the kind that wont fade from memory no matter how many blue moons you drink) and songs that can never be listened to again without the memory of someone that was never really yours. P.S. FML