This was the response to a prompt from another site, and is unedited. However, I would still like comments and crituques. Thanks. 
I started to get up, twisiting around toward my purse. I thougth he would let me go if I moved, but he didn't. "Don't go." Me whispered.
"I have to." I said, trying to be firm. "They'll worry if I'm not home by eleven."
"Just a few more minutes." He pleaded.
I quietly resigned and laid my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms more tightly around me, and brought his knees up , curling like he was a big kid and I was his security blanket. I just felt pulled apart.
You see, I loved him, immature and backwards though he was. I knew we could never be together. Being with him would defy everythign I had stood for, stop averything I was trying to accomplish. But I loved him. I wanted so badly for him to be happy. I didn't want him to love me, because I knew I was no god for him, and he knew it too. It wasn't that we actually meant to get together, but when we lay like that, just beign together, it washed away all the stress, the lies, and the pain we'd had to put up with and fought against since befopre we were aware of it.
It was pathetic really, using each other as a crutch, a hiding place from reality, but we did.
Of course, once we were seen together a couple times, that only made it worsde, especially on me. The kids at school never let me go a day without some hurtful comment "Hey, you still haning out with that freak?" "so, it took a goth to get in your pants?" "Hey, why don't you get a real man?"
They didn't get it reall,y and as much as I wanted to cry for me, I pitied them for thier ignorance. He and I weren't sexuall, and we technically weren't even together. He saw others girls, about one a week in fact. He even encouraged me to see young men I could be with. Its like we were gently pushing the other away, hoping to break off with each other softly, but the gentle nudges toward emotional independance, only showed our caring and made us want to spend more and more time together. We wanted to go on talkign together, sharing thoughts, feeling and meories, and listenign to each other breathe with no obligations, no expectation, no requirments. The only thing holdign us together was our love, but that was strong enough to keep me texting him at night when I couldn't sleep, and him playing with my siblings whenever they came in my room.
And so, a few minutes later, as I began to fall asleep, then shook myslef awake, and tried again to get up, he relented and let me up. I stopped at the door to turn and hug him goodbye. I wasn't surprised when he bent down, kissed my cheek, then moved for my mouth. He didn't complain when I turned away.
He put his hands on either side of me, pinning me against teh wall without even touching me. He hung his head and said "I want you to know something. I know you've said we'll never work out, and that you don't want to be with me. I'll never be what you need, and I'm sorry. But please know something. I don't care if you get your college degree and move away, or get married, have kids, and do all those things you want to do. But please know, no metter where you are or who you're with, if you ever need someone to talk to, well, you know how to contanct me."
"I won't forget. I said, trying hard not to cry. I walked me to my car and pulled away, I thought "This is a man who truly loves me, who is willing to let me go and sacrifice me so that I will be happy. I can only hope that if I ever meet the man who can be everything I need, he'll also be like that, everythign I want."
