A Confused Struggle

"I'm still upset about things. I can't talk right now. I can't think straight. We'll talk soon."

That

was a seventeen-word phrase

for

"Goodbye."

***

Strangers.

Strangers. Strangers.

Strangers no more.

Talk. Talk.

Talk some more.

A touch. More touches.

A kiss.

Another.

And some more.

Sex.

More sex.

And even more sex.

Hands. Sweat. Hair. Smell.

497 kisses.

1 kiss.

Words. A storm of words.

Silence.

More silence.

Strangers.

***

No closure needed.

No explanation required.

Moving forward = new digits.

(The whole melee will eventually be forgotten.)

***

I'm keeping the jacket.