I’d lost her. I'd fallen passionately and blindly in love with this woman. Now I had to live knowing she had no f*****g idea how I felt about her.
I mean, why did I have to be such an ass? What did I even do wrong?
The background checks I did on her? Yes, I tried to get some minor pieces of information about her. At the time, she was a random stranger I’d met for a one or three-night sexcapade, right? But now, how could I explain she was starting to be the bane of my existence?
My obsession! My little woman! My baby! My pet!
What was she even doing now?
Was she on her bed, touching herself and thinking of me? Was she beating herself up and regretting how we parted so quickly? Did she regret her leaving with only a kiss and, a nonchalant goodbye?
Yes, some women in my past had em
