Must not reach out. It’s such torture. I want to sit on the couch next to you. You’re so sexy and smell so great but I know you’re not willing to fall in love with me. My heart hurts.
I did the right thing this time.
I waited, well technically and that’s what matters. He was hard to resist, not that he was trying or pushy.
I thought I would get a gold star not a sad Sunday afternoon feeling numb, worthless and empty. Left mere moments after to clean himself up and not return.
I’m hopeful it had nothing to do with me but I have unfortunately taken it very personally.
Why is it always so hard?