If she'd only know it was the last time she'd have memorised every second. Around 7 months of secret fun, flirting, fingering, grinding, sexual tension and sucking... over!
That feeling that he gave her that made her legs feel like jelly and pussy sopping wet still remains.
Every time she sees him, everytime she looks at photos.
The sting of rejection hits hard, shattering her heart into a million pieces. She needs to hold herself together, get a grip but its hard.
No explanation, just the cold slap of reality. The realisation that you were never gonna be good enough. Never gonna be worthy of a relationship, never gonna be pretty enough.
The awful feeling that floods her body as the opportunity to play comes and goes. The feeling of abandonment and sadness hits her like a wave as he puts his biking gear on as fast as he can. Almost putting a physical barrier between them before he changes his mind. A clear sign that is it over, she's on her own.
He's disconnected, shut down from that part of their friendship, the switch has been made in his mind.
Like it didn't mean anything to him at all, she didn't mean anything to him at all.
For her moving on will take a little longer. It meant more to her...she wished it didn't.
The ache in her heart and the anxiety that rushes over her at the thought of it being over. That she will never be intimate with him again. Never get to touch him and arouse him ever again.
She knows its for the best, the way he played with her feelings, tapped into her insecurities and used them against her.
Filled her head with compliments of other girls, all while using puns and humour to destroy any confidence in her appearance, her intelligence, her abilities.
