I met you once in your bedroom late at night. I walked so many blocks to reach you that night. It was morning when I said goodbye.
You tried all night. You gave your best. Your mouth must have been dry. Your hands were tired.
I remember you now even after the years have gone. It was one of many one time meetings with guys randomly found through online.
You were good but it didn’t work. It was not you. It felt good but things didn’t work. I was tired after walking so far to reach you that night…
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