you picked me up if your Honda, I could hear you coming from a mile away.
I had waited weeks to see you. my heart was the happiest it has been since before you ended it with me.
you took me for a long 130mph ride, and it was so thrilling
but not as thrilling as knowing I was in your car next to you.
afterward, you slid off to a side street before you took me to my house.
you kissed me and I felt on fire and electric like an any moment you and I would spark into flames.
you took yourself out of your pants and I so obliged because I wanted to.
next thing I knew your hand was on my next and you were moaning and I was swallowing.
you said 'take your ******* off' and I did - I was always submissive with you.
you didn't take your time, you did it over and done with. quick.
after, you drive me to my house, and said 'I gotta go' and put your first out for a fist bump.
my hand nervous, took the action as simple.
I slid my ******* into my purse, and got out of your car.
and before I knew it you were driving away.
is this this what a year and a half and then breaking up looks like?