And that was the end. I just got an e-mail from him. He's hitting the road in his U-Haul and leaving California for good. It's really happening. It seems to get harder, as time goes on.
Nights are hardest.
I lay awake, thinking about him, and missing his breathing next to me. I can't sleep. I can't even send myself to sleep with an orgasm, because every time I touch myself, I think of his hands on me. Him touching me. I got an e-mail the other day that I really liked.