Dramatically Embellished

I spent days reminding myself to ask L how she wanted to be touched.

I don't know who leaned in first. It felt right, so I didn't ask.

I deleted her message today; my phone was full. I didn't remember what it said.

I’m not mad she sent it. I'm pissed at myself for being surprised.

Hate's a strong word.

It's been a few days, so now I'm just swimming in that frantic nihilism of knowing I can get laid but having no one to sleep with.

B is coming back to town. She responded to my post.

The other guy she responded to is "in a relationship."

So I've got that going for me.