it was good seeing you again.
I used to think you were the one.
but not anymore.
I used to want you so badly,
to get hard just watching you
come into a room.
the sex we shared.
if only for a few times.
it was good, or at least I imagine it was
in some part of my brain.
but now it's all calm.
it's just two people
sharing a story,
a laugh,
some dinner.
I liked seeing you again.
no kidding.
I loved it.