Not having him here isn’t the hardest part, it’s knowing he’s not comi
Not having him here isn’t the hardest part, it’s knowing he’s not coming back. You still stay nude for him, because he loved watching you walk around the house all casual like that, but no one is here to see you now. He worked you up, gave you compliments, moaned your name. There were flickering eye that lingered a bit too long, his tongue darting over his bottom lip, wandering hands, and bold kisses. He seduced you, enticed you, built up your confidence for him… and then he left. He just up and left you for another man who is neither more handsome or muscular. That stings more, to know that he didn’t want something better, he just didn’t want you. You had no notice, no warning, not a single hint he was seeing someone else. You were monogamous for him and dedicated to him, and he was unfaithful. You weren’t his boy, you were his fool. It’s worse because you can’t go back now that you know how wonderful it feels to work for the attention of a man and earn those rewards. Your personality brings him in, your ass and your bedroom skills make him stay, but you want more than that. You want a man to love you the way you can love him. You have so much of it to give, and a big heart to receive it all, but now it’s hollow and it hurts and there’s nothing you can do but cry. He took your love and threw it away and you won’t ever get it back. All you can hope is that somewhere, someone has a surplus of love to fill the spot he emptied. You want to meet this someone tomorrow because this is unbearable. It’s horrible, and the tears won’t stop. _____________Text is fictional. -- source link
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