This is it
I’ve written to him twice now. I asked if he’s made a decision yet. Both times he chose not to respond. I think it’s time to admit to myself what I’ve tried so hard to deny. Our relationship has run it’s course. It’s over now. All I’ll ever have are the memories.
I’ll never forget how he took my virginity. He went so slowly. Made sure I was ok with it. He was so gentle…so caring.
Or the first time I ever had anal…his dick ever so casually slipped inside with a warning. It hurt so much. I wanted to make him leave and never let him come back…but when I looked at his face, he looked so perplexed.
Or the first time he let me deep throat him…or the first time he choked me…or when he blindfolded me and choked me…how I freaked out when I felt myself go numb.
I’ll never forget the night we spent together. The pool sex was amazing. We were so cold. He had told me if we got into the pool he was going to drown me…but I went over to his house anyways, because I wanted to prove myself to him.
I’ll never forget all of the good times we had together. I’ll never regret having given myself to him.
But I’ll always wish for just one more chance.