I almost caved today….for about 2.5 seconds I almost missed him.
Ok, so I’m lying. About the “almost” part. A part of me will always think about him, miss him, have a soft spot for him….
but it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t mean anything. Feelings are transient. Even if they come back again and again. And what I think of him, good or bad, has no relevance to anything in my life….or his….anymore.
So I saw him today, he looked handsome and I melted a little, so what. So I looked at his ass and imagined how it would feel in my hands with him pressed against me….so what.
So I miss his presence. So what.
I’ll never tell him any of that.