It had been so long. Months in fact. I have been home for a month. Second guessing choices. Should I have had the truck driver over while I was in town? Gotten fucked in the morning, then in the afternoon to do it all over the next day. It was not like he was coming to visit, tell me how his day went, what life is like with his other fuck buddies.
I admit it, I want ore, and I am realizing that he is not capable of the things I need or the person who can make a more complex relationship, with more to offer both mentally and physically.
I have to admit I am more. Not that he is less. It's just that he sees me as nothing more than a fuck along the highway........
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