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How do you know the line between respecting your partner and doing what makes you feel good?
7/6 11:24 pm. 6 miles, 28 minutes, 100 cals burned.
I'm tossing and turning. Thinking about what went wrong. I can't believe that it ended that way. I find myself assuming the position. You were my first. I hate that I will always think of you. I know we can't or more accurately shouldn't be together and I'm okay with that. I'm not okay with how it ended.
The best way to sum up last night is:
You left me wanting more
More laughs, more time, more playing, more kissing, more touching, more butterflies.