it's a combination of jet lag and deep-rooted family anxieties and the usual post Mr D blues (family stuff not related to Mr D), and maybe fact I've successfully avoided sex for 3 months or so..but my heart, or just something deep in my chest cavity, physically hurts because I probably love him, six years of, and he will never love me back.
As he lay on top of me, our bodies entwined, he holding me to him tightly, and I holding him tightly to me, I screamed silently and tenderly, "baby, I love you, I love you".
Oh the ache.
XX chromosome bearing, thirty year old, hybrid of ethnicities, reluctant scientist, new Londoner seeking curl definition, fat-free chocolate and happiness.
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