My first sexual relationship was with a woman a year older than me and we were still teenagers. We got close and it seemed in the end I was her and she me. She left one summer for a temporary job in another state and I let her go. But her spirit in me lingers. I know her, she would never accept my being alone. It’s hard enough enduring this loneliness than to have her desire for a mate in my body. Maybe it’s a delusion.
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