Some People Scar You.
The topic of conversation between K and I has been sex. It really always is, on some level, but this morning it has been especially bad, as in graphic.
As usual, Sex = Bobby. It can really be no other way, not until someone else comes along and totally messes with my mind, while messing with other parts of my anatomy.
I did something stupid. I emailed him. Again. Right after I sent it, I felt bad. What if he's trying to get on with his life, and I just keep stepping in "just-to-say-hi"? Why, after 2 years, after all I've been through... why can't I get him out of my brain?