She came over with Indian food last night. She also sent a series of texts that were sweet and funny. I’d be lying to myself if I said that I was not going to miss her desperately when she is gone. It was our pattern. Meaning that we engaged in activities that are normal for us. We talked, laughed, touched and kissed, ate some dinner, drank some wine, and had wonderful physical intimacy.
“You’ll meet the love of your life. Will you come visit me if we are not sleeping together?” It is like she knows what I’ve told a couple of friends without my telling her. ”What are you going to do when she leaves?” a few have asked me. I told them that I will visit her once, or maybe three times, but when I meet a girl here who I want to sleep with, I will call her, and tell her that I want to concentrate on someone else. We will be friends. I’m confident about that. But, there is this old song by “Tricky” that says, “Always? What does that mean? Forever? What does that mean?”
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