If that [first part](https://redd.it/939xy7) drove you a little crazy, imagine what that experience was doing to me.
Like I said, Sam went on a sabattical, meaning we were in different places most of the summer. Even though we’d agreed that it would probably be better if we cooled things off a bit and “stayed friends,” he was clearly more interested in keeping me hooked. He would send me pictures from his travels tagged with “wish you were here?” Beautiful mountains, lake in Norway, ah, a nice picture of his hotel room.
This man was driving me crazy all summer. I was rapidly losing all ability to be rational and make smart decisions. I just needed to get to Sam and fuck his brains out. I felt like I had waited my whole life for this. But, there was Alex, my boyfriend. I was sure I had decided that if Sam were there, I’d have no problem cheating, but at this point, I was not sure how to make a meeting happen, and I felt like maybe the universe was trying to protect me from my worst inclinations. I loved Alex, so this must have been for the best.