something resurrected
sometime a little after 2006 started up while munching at mamoun's
s: so what did you do?
b: i fucked her...
background
just a side note:
i had known she was officially with him on new years snowboarding in vermont and flirtatiously in the two weeks before that. she told me a lot of things when she came back to new haven. that night, i massaged out the knots and tended to the bruises she endured on her trip. we showered together and made love... a month flew by with random encounters which turned into me fulfilling what he couldn't for the last couple months of their relationship, and my dreams of how we could still find a way to be. but spen was right, she had me by the heart the whole time, and every time she'd break away from me because she had to be with him a little piece of my heart would break. i understood she needed the things he had to offer, she needed to do those things, and i don't hold anything against her. i want her to be happy. i just saw her again for the first time in about eight months. she called me the other day and i went over to her place for some smoke, tea, and conversation. weird, but nice seeing the pictures of her beau and being around her again. i really love how they've decorated the apartment. even though i kept a calm, cool demeanor, my heart was jumping all around with nervous excitement. we picked each other's brains for a little over two hours and parted with the sweetest of hugs. it's one of maybe only less then a handful of moments we've spent that much time together without winding up entangled. i guess that's progress, and me trying my best to be respectful... not that she was all over me or anything, but it's kind of weird reformulating a relationship that was started and ended as lovers. we both just needed a friend. sure we became friends though so many things as the relationship progressed, but there are so many unmistakable things, glances, subtle actions, passing statements, completing each other's sentences, things only lovers usually sense... this is a prime reason why anyone in a relationship should be paranoid of a visit from an ex-lover. every relationship is different, and there are certain bonds formed during that span that no other future or former relationship can ever hope to achieve. this by no means should detract from the relationship they've been involved in for the last eight months. she loves him as dearly as he loves her. she was unsure of telling him about meeting with me, but as long as she fucks his brains out, tells him how much she loves him, and keeps living their life, he has nothing to worry about. i won't do anything. i just want to be her friend. i miss having her in my life... and she needs a friend. she's having trouble finding one in this city. she isn't happy in new haven.
s: so what did you do?
b: i fucked her...
background
just a side note:
i had known she was officially with him on new years snowboarding in vermont and flirtatiously in the two weeks before that. she told me a lot of things when she came back to new haven. that night, i massaged out the knots and tended to the bruises she endured on her trip. we showered together and made love... a month flew by with random encounters which turned into me fulfilling what he couldn't for the last couple months of their relationship, and my dreams of how we could still find a way to be. but spen was right, she had me by the heart the whole time, and every time she'd break away from me because she had to be with him a little piece of my heart would break. i understood she needed the things he had to offer, she needed to do those things, and i don't hold anything against her. i want her to be happy. i just saw her again for the first time in about eight months. she called me the other day and i went over to her place for some smoke, tea, and conversation. weird, but nice seeing the pictures of her beau and being around her again. i really love how they've decorated the apartment. even though i kept a calm, cool demeanor, my heart was jumping all around with nervous excitement. we picked each other's brains for a little over two hours and parted with the sweetest of hugs. it's one of maybe only less then a handful of moments we've spent that much time together without winding up entangled. i guess that's progress, and me trying my best to be respectful... not that she was all over me or anything, but it's kind of weird reformulating a relationship that was started and ended as lovers. we both just needed a friend. sure we became friends though so many things as the relationship progressed, but there are so many unmistakable things, glances, subtle actions, passing statements, completing each other's sentences, things only lovers usually sense... this is a prime reason why anyone in a relationship should be paranoid of a visit from an ex-lover. every relationship is different, and there are certain bonds formed during that span that no other future or former relationship can ever hope to achieve. this by no means should detract from the relationship they've been involved in for the last eight months. she loves him as dearly as he loves her. she was unsure of telling him about meeting with me, but as long as she fucks his brains out, tells him how much she loves him, and keeps living their life, he has nothing to worry about. i won't do anything. i just want to be her friend. i miss having her in my life... and she needs a friend. she's having trouble finding one in this city. she isn't happy in new haven.