A/N: This random bit of introspection does not pertain to me in any way, before you ask.

"He's just using you."

Those damned words keep coming at me from all sides. Friends, family, even people who don't like me all that much are telling me about him. About us. As if they know and understand the kind of relationship we have, without even seeing us together.

We break up and get back together more often than any soap opera. And yeah, sure, he's always been the one to break it off. So what?

That doesn't mean he's using me. Of course we sleep together – people in mature relationships do that. It's not a crime, it doesn't mean he's using me. Everyone but me begs to differ. They try to say that he gets with me when he wants some, and breaks it off when the urge grabs him to have someone new. "He doesn't have to cheat," they say, "you make it easier for him than that."

Alright, fine: he's using me. At least, that's what he thinks.

The fact of the matter is... I'm using him.

I'm using him for the sex. I'm using him for the comfort. I'm using him for the hugs and kisses. I'm using him for his car. I'm using him for the late-night phone calls when I can't sleep. I'm using him for the basketball lessons for my little brother. I'm using him for random rose on my doorstep when I'm feeling blue. I'm using him for the cuddling when the movie gets too scary. I'm using him for the warmth when it gets really cold outside. I'm using him, most of all, for a barrier from a real relationship.

And when it comes down to it... he and I, we're perfectly alike.

We both like having someone.

...Just not all the time.

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