we talked about you the other night. we never mentioned your name. we never spoke around you. but our conversation was all about you.
we talked about fucking without having sex; and about having sex and never getting around to fucking. about condoms and fantasies and other partners and memories and what we liked in the ways you talk about what you’ll do but never have seem to have the strength to carry through when the moment comes and the sex/cock/pussy/other is in your face. on the last, i thought it was because sometimes, when the words hit the water, things splash and you change course. but i never said that because it would have caused us to see ourselves too much. we called ourselves looking, but we really weren’t.
no. we never mentioned that we stopped fucking when we lost you. because this—this was easier.
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