Text Sex

A narrated little something.

What it’s like knowing you’d be so good with someone, if only they’d been closer.

Preview:

It always starts the same.

“Hey”

And my gut clenches, then my heart starts pounding.

Heat wraps itself around the tendrils of my stupid, weak, naive little heart.

I blocked his number when we stopped talking. He was just a figment of my imagination anyway, right?

Then, a few months later, I decided, fuck it. Let the chaos come if it wants to come.

Well, it’s been a year, and it finally came. So did I.