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.



