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Ninja love I met someone nearly two weeks ago. From the moment we met, I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted to talk to him, to touch him, to kiss him, to feel him next to me and inside of me. I couldn’t wait for the opportunity, and when it arrived, I let loose with him. I allowed him to touch every part of me. I put my mouth in places I’ve never put it before. There just seemed to be this overwhelming chemistry. I haven’t wanted to touch and kiss someone so much in a long time. And less than a week later, I met him for even more. I was decidedly smitten with him. It wasn’t just the sex, you see. I mean, I haven’t giggled so much with anyone in so long I can’t remember whom it might have been. I had to remind myself we were still strangers, no matter how close we seemed to be. I had to tell myself that we were just having sex. It was just fun, and there was nothing to attach myself to beyond his penis. Still, I wanted more. Still, I want more. I wasn’t planning a future, but I was definitely looking forward to a continuing present. And yet, he seems to have disappeared from the face of the earth. He’s completely missing in action. At first, I felt like maybe he was ghosting me, but I’ve realized he’s nowhere to be found, and he would have no reason to ghost me anyway. I am not a threat to him. I’m not going to harm him, and while I want more from him, I’m not the type to give chase. I’m here. I will be here, and I would like to spend more time with him, but I leave that up to him. So, this leads me to today. What if I never laugh the way he made me laugh? What if I never want to kiss someone so much? What if I never allow someone to get so close to me? How do I move forward and away from someone who doesn’t want me as much as I want him? And what if he’s not merely MIA? What if something terrible happened to him, and I never discover the truth but continue to see him in the faces of everyone I meet? The cynics say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. And maybe it works, but then again, maybe it’s just a bandaid. I spent the evening with someone tonight, who also has the ability to make me laugh. There was enough chemistry to allow myself to play with him. It was fun. It was a diversion. It was proof that life goes on...it was also a reinforcement that I want more from the man whose smile lights up my entire world. And I know that without him, I will be just fine, but I will never be quite the same again. |
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