thegetaway
I was walking three hours or so in the hot sun that night. Yes, the sun in the night. I was dreaming, you see. And the sweat dripping from my forehead was dehydrating me. When I woke I realized, it wasn't a dream exhausting me. It was just her. The sex was just phenomenal.
The side of me that lay there on the floor next to her was much different than the side of me that stood next to her on the shore of the Pacific ocean. I am still trying to decide which side is more in love with her.
I was halfway down the drive before I started to cry. I certainly thought I would have broken much sooner. I was so scared for her to leave. Half of me wanted to keep her forever, half of me wished she'd have never come. Just for the sake of not leaving me more than half broken hearted.