1 week ago, my life changed.
Before the meet, our future together sounded like a pipe dream. I didn't really know what would happen. I'd met people from the internet before, and the connection that I thought was there, was nonexistent. And yeah, while I had known him, had been with him years ago- things and people change. So, while we had a great time re connecting and getting to know each other again, there were so so many things that could have gone wrong with the meet.
He could have took one look and me and decided he was not attracted to me. Hell, that could have happened to me as well. We could have been so nervous that even conversations were awkward. He could have hated my kids, and they, in turn could have hated him.
But no... Holding his hand felt like home and his kisses were magic. It seemed if we were not touching in some form, at all times, we were too far apart. We talked. We laughed. We made love. We slept in each other's arms, to wake up and do it all over again.
The meet was supposed to get us by until we could close the distance. But it hurts without him. I feel like a part of me is missing, and I just long for him- long to be in his arms, long to feel his lips on mine.
We are talking about another meet again next month, and I hope it happens- but even that- next month- feels like an eternity.
I read some of the stories on here, and I seriously don't know how you do it. I've read stories where it's months and years between visits. It's been a week, and I am dying. And I have work, and kids- there are things in my life to keep me busy. But all I can think about is when I will see him again. Because I left a part of me in the parking lot, when we had to part.
Before the meet, our future together sounded like a pipe dream. I didn't really know what would happen. I'd met people from the internet before, and the connection that I thought was there, was nonexistent. And yeah, while I had known him, had been with him years ago- things and people change. So, while we had a great time re connecting and getting to know each other again, there were so so many things that could have gone wrong with the meet.
He could have took one look and me and decided he was not attracted to me. Hell, that could have happened to me as well. We could have been so nervous that even conversations were awkward. He could have hated my kids, and they, in turn could have hated him.
But no... Holding his hand felt like home and his kisses were magic. It seemed if we were not touching in some form, at all times, we were too far apart. We talked. We laughed. We made love. We slept in each other's arms, to wake up and do it all over again.
The meet was supposed to get us by until we could close the distance. But it hurts without him. I feel like a part of me is missing, and I just long for him- long to be in his arms, long to feel his lips on mine.
We are talking about another meet again next month, and I hope it happens- but even that- next month- feels like an eternity.
I read some of the stories on here, and I seriously don't know how you do it. I've read stories where it's months and years between visits. It's been a week, and I am dying. And I have work, and kids- there are things in my life to keep me busy. But all I can think about is when I will see him again. Because I left a part of me in the parking lot, when we had to part.
There's always a risk of things not being as you hoped, but it's so, so good when things are as good as (or better than) you imagined. 
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