Sorry, not sorry

I can pretend that you once loved me. Time has granted me peace with our past.   The pleasure and hope I thrive on comes courtesy of my wild imagination. I realize that our attraction was carnal; that you do not possess the capability to ever have loved me. I hate that I desired your undivided attention at times, your touch, your warm embrace, your splendid curves and odd moles. Our past unrelentingly cruel…the fatal wound came that late May. Your insincerity and look of disgust. Your domme trying to one up me with her healthy ass in my face. Sorry, not sorry for the slutswipe.