Last night proved once again that two attractive friends and former lovers can go out and have a night on the town and things remain platonic. We met at the bar & grill around 9:17p.m. We were both late, as usual, but it was cool because with you I don’t feel that constant pressure to always be on time. I can be myself and I sincerely hope you know how much that means to me. Sometimes it sucks, feeling so much for other people, being perceptive and picking up on emotional wants and needs and catering to them. Yet, getting nothing in return. It’s a blessing and a fucking curse, but I try with everything in me to use it to my advantage. Sometimes, so do you, but you get me and that’s all that matters.
I finally found a parking space and walked half a block to what has become our regular spot. I like it because this place holds so many memories for us. As it goes, some bad and some good, but with you, always good. I came in through the side door and looked around for you. No dice, so I made my way up to the front. I still didn’t see you so I sent a text message asking where you were. You said you were on your way inside and the next thing I know you came walking through the door. God damn girl, what’s the deal, I was thinking. You just had to wear that dress, didn’t you. I heard myself groan from deep within and then I sighed out loud, while keeping my smile at neutral. You knew the sight of you in a dress used to be my weakness. It’s why you usually wore jeans and heels and I unnecessarily demanded that you continue doing so whenever we’d hang out. The last time we were together you were wearing them and the time before that and. Just damn. You were smokin’, pretty and dainty and old school sexy. Plus you were wearing your favorite color and my second favorite. We always made such a good looking couple even though we knew our roles and played by the rules. At least up until that night when the dress changed everything.
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