W hen i do believe concerning the singer after all, it is frequently because I’d a fantasy about him. It’s amazing how the information are all still there within my mind, even fifteen years later on: the rubbed-thin feel of their band tees, the oakmoss notes inside the cologne, the way in which his locks felt regarding the skin that is soft my throat. We never did if we had had sex, I’m sure those memories would be there, too, but.
My relationship using the singer exists during my mind in some sort of category-less limbo — certainly higher than a relationship, although not quite a real relationship. The singer and I never “made love, ” but we did have sex, coax it through the atmosphere all around us, make it in our folded hearts. Continue reading “A Lot More Than Friends. How can we categorize non-sexual, “almost” relationships?”