It has been a week. A week!
A week of a reminder that I need to get laid.
The day is long but the nights are longer.
I have nothing to say about the mornings because I still can't wrap my head around Belinda not being sorry.
Okay, that is the least of my problem.
You see, I said the nights are longer because they are. Each night, I see her in my sleep. Nightmares are way better than the sexual dreams I keep having of her. And it doesn't end there. When I wake up, the thoughts of her hand raking all over my body keep me awake for the remaining of the night.
I said I missed high school crushes and everything in between but if this is what is in between. Please, sign me off of this.
It sucks.
Coiling myself into the corner, my hands find their way into the middle of my legs.
I know what you are thinking about.
But that is not what is happening. It is cold and I am trying to get some warmth. It does work.
