Fool (for love)
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Just wanted you to know – I could’ve met up with other women today.
But I didn’t.
It’s YOU I want.
Finally realized that. Yes, profound epiphany that it be, of all the ladies in my life, it is YOU I covet most.
…why is that?
Certainly isn’t because of anything you’ve done. Not overtly, anyway. Nor am I suggesting your neglect is out of malice aforethought. It’s just – well, it’s ‘my’ thing, baybee. And what my ‘thing’ reacts to – which just happens to be the memory of what we shared.
Not that I’m blind to all the stuff we HAVEN’T shared – you know, coffee confabs, intimate discussions around the weather and your health – all that ‘polite’ stuff.
As if it matters. It does have its place, however – just never seemed to find a place within OUR confabs, huh.
How’d we manage to skip all that stuff? I guess, if memory serves, we DID have some intimate discussions, on-line, whey back when, didn’t we. Ran across some replies I meant to send – or did send – in response to our earliest, ‘getting to know each other’ discussions (talkin’ YEARS ago now…). Don’t ask me why I still have ‘em – much less that I found them on my work computer, but…suffice it to say, they were there, and they reminded me.
So we’re not EXACTLY strangers – in the non-sexual sense, I mean.
Isn’t that a relief. ;~>
At any rate – here I am, thinking of you, wanting you, and WRITING to you…when I could’ve been fucking someone else.
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