having his dick inside me wouldn’t make me important to him. sometimes loving him feels like loving a pile of air. why do I need to matter to him anyway? i could crown myself the beautiful, valuable Treasure friend. I’m imagining the ceremony, marrying myself in the courtyard, the yellow sundress I’d wear.
what I wish he’d say I’ll hop in my truck and drive to you, straight thru, without sleeping. when I get to your house, I’ll take a shower. then you can look at my naked body, hold me for as long as you want, get comfortable with how I feel against you, how I smell and move,