“I didn’t really notice when everything else disappeared,
But as far as I’m concerned, if it isn’t her, it isn’t here.” -Ani DiFranco
She will be in town for the day and wants to have lunch. I will go, excitedly, because I miss her and can’t wait to see her. And touch her. And just be near her. She moved away a few months ago, but is coming back soon. I still have the roses she brought me on her last visit, nearly a month ago.
I think about her a lot. I get mad at myself, because sometimes I think I ruined what could have been something really great. I wasn’t ready for it, and I ran. But she stayed. She never left, and was never angry with me. She supported me and loved me through it all. She still does.
And so we will have lunch. And if I am lucky, it will end with a kiss. I love her kisses. They are beautiful, just like her. She says she feels forgotten, but she is never forgotten. She is always on my mind, and she is missed. And loved very dearly.
I'm Britni, a snarky bitch and generally awesome person. I write about sex, love, and bullshit. If sex-positivity, discussions about BDSM and kink, queer issues, and topics that are completely inappropriate by society's standards make you uncomfortable, then this blog is not for you.
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Go for it!
I ran from the only woman I ever loved. I married someone else and have regretted it ever since. I love my kids but I'll forever wonder "What if?"