There's someone I always have on my mind, just a little bit. Every few years we get in touch and get together but it never turns into anything more. This would be a wonderful booty call bonus to my life if this wasn't the most goddamn wonderful, hilarious, sexy human I've met. She is like 50% wits and 50% tits, busty as all getout, with a big grab-able mop of coal black curly hair, and stuffed full of kinks. We've spent a decent portion of our time together describing the shape and proportions of the cock she wishes she had, and I've put serious thought into the process of sculpting and casting that thing to fulfill the fantasy.
Of course, people are a huge sticky pile of complexity, and I'm not giving you the whole story. This isn't a romance that's just a txt away. It's more a pattern that I've spent a decade wondering how to bust up. Sometimes it's better to love people for who they are even if it means accepting some tough shit, rather than living in hope that you've just misread things and tomorrow they're going to come running into your arms, streaming down a flight of Titanic stairs in a flowing gown, embrace you, and tell you they're definitely going to return your calls from now on.
sigh Goodnight, folks.