I had the perfect relationship with the perfect fwb and fucked it up by falling in love with her and then trying to own her. It drove her away. I miss her more than the sex with her. I miss sharing things with her, laughing with her, and just being a part of her life now and then. Sexually, we are two of a kind, but in other ways we are worlds apart. I couldn't understand that and live with what I had with her. Now I have nothing.
I think I just needed to say those things. I promise my future blog entries will be more upbeat and a lot less personal. src='