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I was poking around licking_pussy and found this beautiful picture.
It reminded me of a girl I met about a month before I moved at the beginning of the year. I'll refer to her as "S" just for her and my privacy, as I've mentioned her in my other journal.
We met randomly at a restaurant when her friend just started talking to me and all three of us got on like a house on fire. A quick friendship grew between S and I and even though I was dating someone else at the time I fell for her.
She was sexy, and strong, and independent and a fighter and I was attracted to her almost instantly. I ended up telling her that I had feelings for her and that if I wasn't moving towns I'd be pursuing her regardless of the fact I was with someone else (which is not like me at all. I am very loyal most of the time and have never cheated on a lover). The night we moved all my things into the storage shed, the three of us went back to my mostly empty house and ate fish and chips and drank wine.
None of us got really drunk or anything but S and I ended up hugging and cuddling and kissing (little pecks on the lips) and had I had a bed there that wasn't a single pull out thing, I'd have asked her to stay the night with me. Sometimes I really wish I had.
Sadly, though she said she would, she hasn't kept in touch and I found out recently from our other mutual friend (the one who struck up conversation that day in the restaurant) that she is seeing a guy old enough to be her father.
I think she's may have broken contact with me cos she doesn't want to hurt me by letting me know she's with someone else, but honestly, I'm more hurt that she feels she can't tell me.
I really miss her and her silence has broken my heart. But I'd forgive her that in a heartbeat which is saying something, cos once you hurt me like that, I have a lot of trouble forgiving.
I really wish I'd asked her to stay that night. But then I guess my heart would have broken even more.