Quote by not_yet_famous
I met a girl once. Very cute. We clicked. We knew how to turn each other on. We shared kinks and fantasies, and discovered a lot of overlap. The mutual lust became intense. And then, slowly, I started to learn more about her. I still wanted to use her as an object for my sexual amusement. But I also came to care about her. I wanted her to be happy. I wanted to be there when she needed a friend.
It was hard to express these things to her. She was far away. I couldn't see her often. She had a whole other life that I was not a part of. And I had a whole other life that she was not a part of. We probably both felt a little guilty about the relationship. And as much as I wanted to be there for her, I couldn't always. I think that, maybe, she started to resent that a little. To think that I didn't care enough about her. To think that I only wanted some of her, but not all of her. To think that I would ultimately let her down, as others had let her down before.
I still think about her. Her face, her hair, her hot little body. Her pain, her hurt. The things I want to do to her. The things I wish I could do for her. The things we could do together.
But does she still think about me? Will she ever let me back in? Or was it just a brief moment that will slowly fade in memory, until I can no longer remember her face, and she can no longer remembers my presence?
Hmmm....I like your thoughts, as if sometime ago, they were mine as well...