I’ve spent these twenty-four hours in a state of shock and disbelief, heartbreak and utter depression.
I envision things exactly the way you said, with you two cuddling together in your blankets like we used to. Wrapped around each other, maybe kissing. Probably kissing.
I envisioning you guiding her hand down to the lump in your pants….I can’t look anymore.
I envision her doing all those things to you that were reserved for me. I envision you touching her in all the places you touched me.
I envision you two passionately making out in desperation after these months of waiting. Something new.
I imagine you sharing the most intimate bond-something you promised only we would share. Something you doubt would happen, but I know it could and probably would.
I imagine you shouting suggestive remarks over your bottle of alcohol that you pass around. A sure-fire pass to sexuality.
Sleeping together. How dare you say that you don’t know if anything will happen.
You invited her over so that something would happen. Honey, nobody invites over the girl they’re so intimately, sexually involved with through images for the night to cuddle in their bed without intentions, I’m sorry.