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I was not a fool. I felt something there between us. That one last night. Away from the place i decided to leave. I pushed the thought away; it was just sex.
After all, every girl to him was just sex wasn't it? That was the beauty of it; no strings. A mutual understanding. That was the allure. His blonde hair; his tall, sleek, thin body. Something different from my taste.
Then what was it? Was i fabricating something that wasn't there? I can't describe it... other than some sort of energy. a complimenting, subtle energy that made its presence known.
'Just sex' was my disillusionment.
Me, trying to ignore that tiny little something.
But no.
My original conviction proved correct. A message.
I may not have been nothing.
Interesting how these things go.
Where the wind takes you.
After all, every girl to him was just sex wasn't it? That was the beauty of it; no strings. A mutual understanding. That was the allure. His blonde hair; his tall, sleek, thin body. Something different from my taste.
Then what was it? Was i fabricating something that wasn't there? I can't describe it... other than some sort of energy. a complimenting, subtle energy that made its presence known.
'Just sex' was my disillusionment.
Me, trying to ignore that tiny little something.
But no.
My original conviction proved correct. A message.
I may not have been nothing.
Interesting how these things go.
Where the wind takes you.