I don’t know how she got in. . . I think I let her in, I don’t know why. . . she felt so good, I think it was something I. . . both of us, needed. With her I just let go, I let it all go, all the hate, all the jealousy, all the feelings of betrayal, all the sadness, everything, that next morning breakfast was simple. She sent me home via car service, I had the whole ride to reflect, the rest of the morning to fantasize about my past reality, nothing can compare to that night . . . there was so much to it, it was more than just one night, I felt eons pass by, species died and were reborn, the galaxy collapsed reform and was destroyed, god died people forgot and retired, I myself saw myself and my self’s, self. My reflection on the water, my reflection in her eyes is something I saw so vividly but I can not describe. There is no poem that can be written, no picture that can be taken, no work of art that can be created and fully capture the essence of everything that happened. Every image my optic nerves receives and translates is new, every word is my first, and the world is new to me. It was more than sex that night, it was my rebirth.
So I had hour long conversations with Christina and Maxine, about the situation at hand. That helped me out alot, I think I know what my next move is.