In just three days, I will see him again – for the first time in three months.
We’ve had strife; we’ve had distance. We’ve been aloof; we’ve been awkward. Will that carry into the next time I see him?
We’ve laughed; we’ve flirted. We’ve worried about each other. Will that carry into the next time I see him?
He said he didn’t intend on anything sexual between us. He hasn’t been sure about me, his life, his future. I just love being with him, and as much as I want to make love, I will be satisfied with his presence.
While I’m silent for the weekend, know that Sunday will be the day I find out if I have to continue to live with fantasy or if my fantasies can be made reality.
If I’m left only with my own imagination, I will make do with what I have – my hands, my fantasies, and the blogs that keep me primed and ready to go.
I don’t know what will happen this weekend – but I hope I get fucked.