I miss you. I know that it was only three months of a relationship, but in those three months I felt like everything to somebody for once. I know you probably think I’m a slut, even though I gave you my virginity I don’t think it was all my choice. I mean I didn’t think think much about having sex until I met you because you were my first boyfriend, my first kiss, until you pressured me into coming to your house and we got pretty close to having sex the first time, and the second time. I mean is it my fault that you awakened my body to sensations that I wanted to experience more of? I think it was your intention to get my untouched body so aroused that I couldn’t resist wanting you, so that I’ll think I made the decision. So you wouldn’t feel guilty for taking yet another victim. By out third encounter I let you have it only a month after we got together. Only to feel like a cheap whore two months later when you dump me. But you say you still love me. I hear it in your voice. But if you really loved me, you wouldn’t have brought up how much you were still in love with your ex while you were with me. I’d like to be the tough woman I want to be and say that if you came crawling back I would kick dirt in your face as a sign you’ve been rejected. But my heart is weak. I can’t ever see it going back to what it once was. And if you came back to me and begged for a second chance, I’d most likely would take you back. Even if you didn’t want me back as a girlfriend and only wanted sex from me I’d let you have as much sex as would make you happy. And kill myself if you ever left again. Because I love you just that much.
