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I am honored (after a few rides on the roller coaster) to have been a part of your last struggle with me.Yes, what happened on Thursday through Saturday was exquisitely painful.(That was fucking off every chart crazy shit.) You were trying to sort things out.That, I understand. Regardless of our Thursday and the Friday and…

She was on topProbably her favorite place in our relationshipThis was that moment I envisionedI went all inI lifted my body to her rhythmGiving her everythingI held her waist because I yearned to touch her beautiful body in every way I could I grabbed her firmly in my hands, to move her body, to move herI…

Every knock at the door,Every text that dings,Every phone ring,Every Jack bark.I’ll hope it is you. For awhile. Then this will pass. You are the one woman I will truly miss. You are Beautiful.  I am a good man. I’ll find “you” again.You’ll find “me.”He will be wonderful for you.Everything I wasPlus so much more(That…

I followed my heart. It lead straight to you (albeit with some unneeded unnecessary scenery during unplanned detours).I bared it all. Freely.  Honestly. With an authenticity that very few you ever meet will maybe manage to muster. Page after page.  My words in the moments of our relationship. Shared.The thoughts.  The longings.  The sweat and tears of digging.  The…

Bed time used to be the best time.With you. Now, it’s the very worst part of my day.You are not here. I cannot kiss you, as the sign above requires.I cannot smell your freshly showered scent.I cannot caress that curve of your hip that races my heart.I cannot run my fingers across your shoulder, down…

We were together.I forget the rest. — Walt Whitman

Jogging is different now.The “scenery” used to make me smile.The “curves” never failed to excite.The sweat was somehow inviting.(The shower… eyeballed from around a corner… was… intoxicating).   I suppose I wasn’t really jogging back then.I was just walking briskly behind you, drinking in your undeniable deliciousness, pondering possibilities, being drawn in,pulse pounding, by the beautyof you.

Somewhere, way back when, I said I was looking for someone who is, “Capable of calling my bluffs and willing to do so… sometimes.”I had no idea how actually incredibly accurate that stated desire was.I need that from a woman.I need a partner.I need your insight/opinion/wisdom/perspective… even if it might sting for a minute. By…

We need to fight.Because we never did.(Until that last night.)But we should have. Now, I’m fighting to get you back.So we can fight.And get it right.And go to bed together tonight.Not to sleep… “It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer…