What were we doing fourteen years ago today?  More than eleven thousand miles away.  “You can’t get much further away unless you left the planet,” I told everyone.  And let’s face it, that’s what I was trying to do.
Breathless kisses down dark hallways; my horror at the reality of milkshakes being a very different concept there; no, there’s nothing that will ever make me try kangaroo meat.
That night in the shed on my knees so long I needed help getting up.  Your cum was so thick and there was just so much of it I couldn’t swallow.  I spit it out the door and Daisy ran over and started eating it.  I was in tears from laughing so hard.
You hated the internet and apparently still do. There’s not a trace of you anywhere except an entry at the state library about two of your cds. The band I accidentally named.
I could probably ask her, but I get the feeling she doesn’t talk to you anymore.
I should’ve tried harder.  I just don’t know how.
I still miss you. Â I wonder if you even remember me.
insatiablesteve says:
He does. You’re unforgettable, after all.