It’s been a while since I’ve thought of you. Once, I missed you daily. I had two photos of us. I can’t find them and figure there is good reason. I’ve met many people; dating is exhausting, and seldom a man or woman even par for the course.
I have mad love and hate for you. It’s incomprehensible and draining. There’s times when I wish I had a reset button to delete every memory and feelings spent on us.
I wish we never kissed; only fucked like animals in heat. We never went shopping for a bigger cock and that I regret. A bigger and thicker cock might have kept you from straying so soon.
Her mourning coffee 