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Click hereI haven't smelled like
your sex in
a long time
and
I miss that.
So please,
understand how you hurt me
when you say I lied to you.
I didn't.
I wouldn't.
I can't.
Remember I promised you
no lies?
So your words cut me,
stabbed deep into my heart,
my soul,
driven by the force of your conviction
your belief that
I lied,
would lie...
And over something so trivial,
even!
Why promise truth,
why suffer the consequences of
promising truth
when the truth hurts me to tell
sometimes
only to lie about something so silly
after all this time?
I haven't smelled
of your sex in
a long time now, and
I miss that.
But first,
before we can make
the smell of sex
permeate the air,
again,
first you must understand
that you hurt me,
how you hurt me,
why it hurt me,
and never
ever
do it again.
I can't open myself to you
for sex
if I can't open myself
to you
for a hug,
my love.