If I could fill the empty space, now, with flowers from my friends, like a constant funeral for time spent without achieving orgasm, I would not miss the sex.
Accepting my addiction has allowed me to see that the man who I want
to love needs not love me back, and that wanting to love him is love enough
So he will never love me. He who has been taking space in my favourite memories, untouched, for a decade. He who has avoided me, annoyed me, serenaded me,… Continue