We stopped talking. What else was there to say? I’m not begging and he’s not budging. The sadness engulfed me. Acceptance is miles away. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his masculine body. I needed to feel his warmth. I needed a kiss. I wanted his body inside of mine. Why? Hell if I know. Maybe that’s all we could do to find common ground to begin reassembling our fallen castle. But it didn’t happen on New Years Eve.
It happened on New Year’s Day.