This isn’t really for a casual encounter (sorry boys)… this if for you.
I have a hunch you might be checking in on CL now and again, so I wanted to come back to where we met.
Short of sending smoke signals, I can’t seem to get you to respond to anything, so I’m coming full circle, in hopes of finding resolution.
I’m sorry. For everything. Maybe I don’t deserve you. Maybe we don’t deserve each other. Maybe it was bad timing, or misunderstandings, or not enough face time. I suppose the list could go on and on. Or perhaps we can call it”mission accomplished” and acknowledge that our friends with benefits agreement got too heavy and deep and turned into something we never imagined and weren’t prepared for.
I wasn’t prepared for you. I never expected you. But I’m glad, even for a brief moment in time, that I could call you mine. I don’t regret one second. You made me feel alive again in so many ways. You brought out the woman in me. You made me feel beautiful. And sexy. And wanted. And needed.
For all of that and more, I want to thank you. You are beautiful. And I meant what I said, even if for you, it wasn’t the same.
I love you. I miss you, D.
“So far away from where you are
These miles have torn us worlds apart
And I miss you.”