He made love to me last night. After ten years, he comes back. Just like that. And I was so stupid to let him make love to me. I was a slut.

When it was over and done, he passed out beside me. But minutes later, he was up and about again.

That's when I saw him. Holding the front door open, watching me. We paused as we looked in each other's eyes. I felt nothing.

Casually, he says, "You will be here when I get lonely?"

He forgot to say, 'again', as in, 'You will be here when I get lonely again?' obliging me to let him fuck me over again in case he felt lonely again.

I sobbed myself to sleep.


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