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Here we go again. Every three months like clockwork. We say we do it because we’re horny. I hope there’s more to it than that.



The other times I thought that was the main reason, at least for me. But tonight, it felt different. I played the part of a whore like before. But for the first time, the role felt contrived.



Honestly, I just missed him. Although I still talked to him nearly every day, he wasn’t the same man he was when we were together.



Really, I didn’t miss him as much as I missed the way he made me feel.



I know when we’re together, that man is alive again. If only for a few hours. I just wish I didn’t have to grieve like a widow after every tryst.



Tonight, he wrapped his arms around the whore-like image I chose to portray, while I pretended to be someone I would never be.