Sunday, March 29, 2015
You want me, but on your own terms. I can't have you on mine. You want me, but at a distance. You keep me at arms length, but won't let go. You were threatened last night, when I told you I felt different, that something had changed. But you're not ready for this to end. You said you were happy with how things are. I tried to resist sleeping with you. But I didn't put much of an effort. You were smug, afterwards. Yes, we still have it. There will always be sexual attraction. But it doesn't feel as intense. Because I feel different. We will have a month together, sharing the same space. I don't know what will happen then. Maybe it will be a time of transition, after which we will be ready to go our separate ways.