Why I inquire...
So after years of not talking to my ex (bad breakup), we finally made amends and thought we could rekindle our friendship. That summer I went to visit him, new place and boy was he looking good. However I looked better, and I knew it. I had no intension of doing anything beyond showing off my "look what you missed out on" new look. Famous last words.
Before you knew it, we were hugging and saying our goodbyes. An awkward over the shoulder hug turned into a lingering hug that turned into bodies touching hug that turned into faces grazing to lips touching. The rest was history, well, repeated history.
It was so strange and familiar all at the same time. A mere hour visit turned into a weekend affair. I ended up seeing him again that week. It was like a new refreshed sort of scenario. It was nice being embraced by his strong arms in his bed. (Is it hot in here or is it just me?)
After two weeks of this, old patterns started to emerge. And there I was again, caught in a whirlwind of wonderful sex and emotional neglect. At that point I had let my guard down because of the comfortableness it had offered and began feeling hurt again. In no stretch of the imagination could I ever see myself with him again, but when I really stripped away my pride I think I did. So after three weeks we ended it. It's been a year now, and I'm glad I got out. It just seemed that at first glance it was great. But no matter how much we both had separately matured, together we reverted back to old habits with one another. In the end, the waters became murky and it was no happy ending.
I do miss the sex though.
