(Welcome to the Saga of Sally. Except it’s not Sally this time.
I am recounting my long on-and-off relationship with a girl called Sally. I recommend starting from the [start](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hsqikr/mf_the_saga_of_sally_cumstained_jeans/) – each piece will link you to next part at the end. However since I am working through my life chronologically occasionally they’ll be “Sallyless Interludes” if I think there was a sexual encounter worth writing a story about. This is one of them. **There was no cheating on Sally. I could never cheat on that absolute goddess. At this point, we had broken up since we were living in different countries.**)
There are two distinct periods in the next five years where Sally and I do not see each other. And I mean this literally. We don’t even see each other in passing – we talked over email now and then but if you ever had a friend moved away you know it’s hard to stay in touch with them and eventually the emails start trickling to a stop. This happens even when the friend is the love of your life. But there were two periods. There was the time I was studying in England, which despite being heartbroken about a lack of Sally I enjoyed as a period of my life. I got to see new places. Meet new people. It was a good three years. Then there was the time I returned to US and started working and those 18 months or so were the worst time of my life. I’m not looking forward to recounting that.