It was hard for you to do it but I’m glad we pushed through. Even if it was a surprise to you, I went to you and demanded it. If I hadn’t ambushed you tonight, I wouldn’t be able to get the closure I wanted all this time.
It started off pretty casual, saying our sides. Our thoughts and concerns about what just happened.
I learned that you’re still not fully moved on from your ex and that he still has a piece left of you that you can’t get back. You entered our relationship with that in mind. Aimlessly thinking that you’ll forget about him if you’re with me.
“You’re not a rebound, Japh.”
Am I really not? But hey, it’s okay. As much as I want to blame you, there’s nothing really I could do. No one was at fault. I’m still trying to accept that.
I thought I wasn’t going to cry, but I did. When I hugged you, I cried. I bawled my eyes out and never wanted to let you go. Then I started kissing you. I thought you wouldn’t kiss back, but you did. You then turned off all the lights and the rest was history.
We had sex. Maybe that’s the last time, who knows? I wish it is the last time. There was a moment where we were just leaning our foreheads together. No words. Just deep breaths.
I get that you don’t want me anymore, so I did my best to really get you back although it may be through sex.
But, it seems like you’re mind’s all set.
Thanks, love. You helped me get back up my feet again. Now I can cry with certainty and move on knowing I met a great friend like you.
If, by any chance, you see yourself whole again, I’m here.
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