A bit of a long read (worth it), but I wanted to go into some hot details, as they’re baked into my brain from this unforgettable night.
I hadn’t seen or talked to my ex in almost 2 years. We had broken up, moved on, dated other people. She had a boyfriend that she’d been with for at least a year, and I had just broken up with my girlfriend who I dated for about a year as well. I didn’t think I’d see or talk to her ever again until I got a text from her one night. As soon as I looked down and saw it was her that texted, my heart started racing. All of the memories from our wild and passionate relationship had started running through my mind again. What could she want? What else, I guess. She said she missed me and the same old blah blah blah you’d expect to hear from an ex if they reach back out after times passes. We continue to text back and forth for the next week or 2 and it becomes clear that we both want to see each other. I wake up to a text one morning, and it’s a picture of her, standing in front of her bathroom mirror, fully naked, still in amazing shape. It was summer and she had tanlines, her tits looked amazing and she had a nicely shaved landing strip. Damn, I thought to myself. Some other guy is fucking that body that used to be mine, and I wanted it again.