I didn't have sex for an entire year after Josh called me over to his apartment. We had sex. He helped me fix my car. I wanted to stay. I didn't want to leave. He called me over again a few weeks after that and I declined his invitation. I didn't want to be the booty call at 4 in the morning. Atleast thats how I felt. Even though I didn't want to be that girl, I'm still kicking myself that I didn't just go over to his place.
Its been about two years now since Ive seen him face to face in an intimate setting alone. Ive seen him out a few times only to hear "We have grown apart..." or "Sorry I interfeared with your life...".
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