Just A Memory

Just A Memory

I just want you to want me like you used to. Remember those days when you’d put your hands down my pants? You’d press yourself up against me. You’d grab my hand and put it on your hardness. You’d whip your towel off as soon as you got out of the shower. You wanted me to want you.

You wanted me. Me.

Now it seems absurd.

A distant memory.

A sad memory.

I love you.

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