Do you remember…. All those times…. I’ve been thinking about them a lot lately. You know what I’m talking about…. That time in the abandoned church (that was kind if a mess, but fun), that first Christmas, the week you kept me hid away in your room, that night we went to your co-worker’s apartment and got a little bag of coke and I ended up calling in to work because we stayed up till like 9 in the morning doing coke off of each other’s bodies and making love, I miss licking your erect nipples with my coke-numbed tongue. Do you remember when we parked at the end of that road next to your parents house, in front of the train tracks and you ended up squirting all over my dashboard? That time on the little walkbridge… What was it like 7 at night or something? Or the time In the bathroom at the sub shop while we were waiting for goofy to get off work. That time we did x in the hotel with the bathtub and watched cartoons. That time in the field with our friends just a few feet away. Those mornings you skipped school and we went at it for hours on end while our friend sat and played video games in the other room. And even the time right near the end when you seduced me into getting you off by just starting to rub your twat while we were sitting on the couch watching tv. I’ve been thinking about all of those times, and all the others. Getting completely sticky with whipped cream just a few years ago…. It all seems so long ago… And most of those memories are from a long time ago. There should be more of them. More recent ones. We should’ve made those. I am sure it all would’ve worked out much differently if we would’ve kept making those memories. Kept in touch and kept touching each other.
But that was just one of the problems, that we had lost that.
And like all the other problems, I accept the part I played in this one.
Was just thinking of you, again…. Just like yesterday, just like tomorrow.