Close Friends

 All G. 

Close friends it is. 

That's what he said. 

It's decided. It's done. It's over; wait, it never began. Who am I kidding?

Hello's and Goodbyes

 I know what's good for me. I know what I need to be doing. Yet why is it always so difficult to do what needs to be done, even when it concerns the well-being of self?

I think letting go of the feeling of having someone want me is what truly scares me. I am trying to figure my thoughts out.

It is so true that some hellos are better said in passing. 

Love-her

Do married couples go through confused phases? Do they wonder where the sparks went? What doused the fire? The extinguished embers? 

Sitting here on a random Wednesday, I recall details of encounters, secret kisses, and touches that created fire. I am thinking of sweat, musk, sighs, and touches. Rumpled bed sheets and pillows askew, a lukewarm vodka coke sits forgotten on the bedside table. Possessive fingers roam free. Tongues taste sweat. And for a hot couple of hours, reality has been forgotten. 

A body remembers forgotten feelings and begins to crave the intimacy of another. Why did I not realise that fires, once ignited, are hard to put out? Just a little bit of oxygen is enough to fan those embers. 

We are such weak creatures. We have been humbled.