If I’d met you at sixteen I would have been done. You would have been it for me. Just like you are now. But I didn’t. So sue me, I had hormones and I had desires and I had sex with other women. But not ever, never sex like you and I have sex. I obsess over you. I want you even when I’ve just left you. You and I were never just sex. You and I are a love story — one of the great ones. And this isn’t our ending.
