Fuck it

Women’s sexuality is something that I’m obsessed with. I think it’s weird that teenage girls know more about giving blow jobs than they do about masturbation. It makes me sick to my stomach that so many young girls think sex is just about a guy finishing.

He was not only the guy I dated. He wasn’t only the “boyfriend”. But he was also one of my favorite people ever to talk to. He was the closest friend I had.. We shared a beautiful friendship together. He was the one I rambled on about every little thing with; even the insignificant random details like how I can’t change the oil in a car and then he’d tell me it’s not that hard and he’d show me how to… I guess those are not actually insignificant details after all. Because they all have turned out to be the sweetest parts of an absent memory now. My mornings started off with him going to bed and he would stubbornly stay up so late talking to me till he finally sleeps. My nights were always the best part of the day because we would just talk nonstop about every little thing there is before I finally fall asleep on him. Out of all the things I miss about those 8 months that I’ve known him and the relationship we had, what I miss the most is the incredible bond of friendship we shared of being able to touch each other not through our hands but with our hearts and minds despite the nine thousand some miles and the oceans that were meant to restrain us. I miss that best friend I had because whenever I have some random irrelevant details about something these days, I wish he was there to share them with…. Even more, I wish I was still the person he shared his random happenings in his life with…. But like everything else in the universe, our friendship has ran its course and the seas between us now seem so gigantic and impossible to swim through…..