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Your back. Missed you.
That was exactly what I needed this morning.Words that lead me by the hand,take me away from this world of cars and phones ,of lights and train wrecks.
thank-you.
So well crafted; so true to the heart’s sense of absence, longing, desperation, frustration; so heartbreakingly sad.
Wow, that’s good, very real dissection of desperation. Her pragmatic attempt to trick reality. So cool: ‘usefully erect cock.’ Enjoyed the observations behind women receiving compliments & bargaining with attraction,his & hers.
So aching
poignant. you are, as always, amazing.
I think you do emotional self-torture and psychic pain better than anyone.
I’ll remember to put that on my headstone. Hehe
I cried.
Even though I still get to suck his cock every week, I cried.
I started thinking of – no, I FELT the pain of losing him, and of how completely impossible it would be to find even a vague approximation of him, and I cried into my bagel.
And then I saw all the things you do that make you such a good writer, and realized how much I have to learn.
Thank you on all counts.
o.g.
Just visiting. I love your prose. You’re so succinct.
Nobody can be “him” but him alone… Again, you paint stark loneliness and loss with great skill and feeling. Thank you for always putting into words what I feel but cannot express.. sorry for fangirling so hard
Very nice. As always very well-written. An excellent story.
The pain in that one is wrenching. It hurt to place yourself where she is & know that no matter how superficially alike they are there will be all those major details that are just wrong.
Once again a fantastic write
I love the way you set up your characters.
“Someone had trained him well, she thought.”
That killed me.