There are so many things about her that has left me befuddled. She kept me clueless all the while, therefore she remains a mystery unsolved. I like to think she cared. Perhaps her INTJ psychological type and aloofness are to blame. I could never really tell what she was thinking. Her mind seem to wander aimlessly. She kept her inner thoughts to herself. The rest scribbled in a journal on her bedside table or shared with all but I. It was exasperating. Yet, I found her so unbelievably desirable. Well, I think. She is and always was out of reach. I envy those that willfully get her full attention. He in particular. He is the object of her desire and she his or perhaps she can deep throat his cock better than the wife. Her smile is eager and they are deliriously happy in each other’s arms.
Why she captured and captivated me while her mind is a stranger to me, I will never know. This very intended unattainable woman of my past seeps into my curiosity every now and again. An unsatisfactory grade in my black book. She is forever odd to me. A restrained courtship; a few casual encounters. She only allowed me limited access and it shattered my heart in a million pieces. Actually, maybe a hundred pieces…
Her mourning coffee 