Dear Martha

Its been a while now but everything is still so fresh. I think back every hour and have flashes of what we had for such a short time.

Walking through the streets. Touching slightly every so often, everything meaning something. Nothing was supposed to happen. Nothing was going to happen.

Standing in the kitchen. Watching you make tea. Every motion you make sensuous. Brushing back your hair. I wanted to do that for you. I wanted to touch you so much. I stared at the back of your neck, exposed. An overwhelming urge to kiss you.

We sat on the couch. Both nervous and unsure. We touched and I leaned into you. Breathing and brushing my lips down the side of your cheek. We kissed gently and slowly. Tentative. No words, just an understanding. My whole body responding to you. My skin tingling. My erection aching. We fumbled like innocents. Unsure yet sure of what we were doing. Quickly we pleased one another. The intimacy of oral sex meaning more in some ways. The way we came, the way our bodies responded to each others mouths was incredible. We exchanged everything in such a short time and I loved you. Completely and utterly.

You walked me home. I looked at you and had a sudden feeling. You looked at me and told me how turned on you were at that moment. It's surreal how we were / are / will be. I just felt you.

Now I'm gone. Gone far away. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. But it's slowly driving me insane. Do you think we can even continue? Did it even really happen at all?