The truth is that I still miss this guy.
No one is as funny, witty, hot, attentive in bed, cute, ambitious, successful, and similar to me as Matthew.
No one else can turn me on so much and give me 14 orgasms. The way he kisses my ears is perfect. The way he fucks me is perfect. Everything about him is perfect.
I miss him so much still. I miss having sex with him, I miss chatting with him.
But I gotta let it go. Free my mind.
He’ll never be the one, as much as I want him to be.
I want him all to myself. I want to be in a monogamous relationship. At least, I think I do.
I want someone who can love how I look without hair. I think he just accepts it but doesn’t love it.
Those are my two deal makers: monogamy and love for who I am.
Matthew is perfect in every way, but he can’t be those two.