A two year relationship where the time spent together barely totals to two weeks. From the get go I knew, or I was told, this is it. He is it. And maybe because I simply believe in true love or because we hardly have had time together to fight one another, but our time together has always been rewarding. A special treat we granted ourselves when the time was right. Twice I went to him, and twice he came to me. It was even. We were balanced. And every visit has felt the same. The feelings I felt for him were strong. Every time I saw his face my cheeks burned red and my my stomach would flip and release joyful jolts every time I noticed him looking my way. Or whenever I felt his touch. Or whenever he spoke fondly of me. We would spend the majority of our days together and always find and excuse to keep going. It was the relationship were everyone knew there was an attraction between the two, and the two lovers also knew, but they were too scared to reveal their feelings. Instead choosing not to reveal their true emotions in hopes that maybe the other one would pluck up the courage.
On this trip, we finally let our barriers down and finally revealed to the other what we already hoped we knew. Time has just moved so slowly for us. It has dragged on for too long and when we finally accepted the fact we should throw caution to the wind and just express, he ended up being in Colorado. And she in Florida. Miles and miles away from each other. 1,872.
And he would always want her to come to him, he said so on every visit. “I really wish you lived in Colorado.” And she would always take pleasure in the way the taste and smell of coffee lingered on her because it tasted like him.
feminism never made me hate men but the reaction to feminism sure as shit did
some men* you literally cannot hate people you’ve never met or even heard of.
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