I Remember, Pt. 16
Added 2017-01-05 19:11:49 +0000 UTC
And I remember angrily sitting across from you late in the afternoon that last week, watching your mouth sloppily gape open as you took another bite of your meatball sub. I wondered how many other men's cocks you had forced passed your jaw like that, the realization of my inadequacies building to a fever pitch. Worse yet, you seemed calm, relaxed in the comfort that you had finally been honest with me, and whether accurate or not, I perceived a slight, smug smile on your face. I imagined your tongue twisting and twirling with all shapes and sizes of men, consumed with the notion that I had only been one of a thousand to have experienced your talents. You lifted your cup, dripping condensation on your shirt, barely missing your cleavage, your sunken cheeks and puckered lips slurping down your drink with more gusto than seemed necessary. This was the last straw, unbearable, yet like a fool I stayed seated, needing to run yet too afraid and jealous to leave you alone. I felt nauseous as I turned to stare at a homeless asian man begging for change out the diner window. Despite his ragged clothes and missing limb, at that lowest moment, I envied his solitude, never feeling more pathetic and lost in my life.
