The beginning is amazing, the sex is constant. You tell each other everything, you open up to each other and you’re comfortable and then
it just stops.
all the things that you love about them become things that you hate. All the things you told them become ammo against you. There’s disappointment ,expectations that aren’t met, And all you can do is be mad at yourself for putting yourself in this position.
Then there is silence. You’re alone again. You just become a faded memory until you finally forget how their voice sounds.
Until the next one comes along, a vicious cycle of the same old shit.