I had an idea we should fuck again. I was feeling lonely and missing a man that knows my body inside and out.Err, at least my fucking kinks. I was being a sentimental sap offering a mutually beneficial good ole fashioned fuck. I hemmed and hawed over the last week. Mentally it was justified. I even fantasied about fucking you again while fucking myself.
I now realize my mistake. I sit here weeping and listening to motherfucking Nick Cave drinking cider and feeling pathetic.
I have no designs on being back with you.
I need to get under someone else asap and come like a supervalcano. Rinse.Repeat,Repeat.Repeat.
BREAKUPS ARE FOR PUSSIES