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A broken heart
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A broken heart Many moons ago I met a nice gentleman on this web site. Really he was the first man I met on this web site. He was so kind and and he understood what I was going through for he was a widower like me and for the first time I felt I had met a good friend. I found out today he had passed. I think I felt my heart sink. He was the one man that really really made me feel like this web site was not about sex but making good friends. I left work early cause I couldn't concentrate . I hope when you find that person you can enjoy and have fun with make it about the fun, safe fun. I had a lot to say but right now I can't stop my heart from mourning and my eyes are full of tears so I can't see what I writing. Forgive the misspelling and me going on and on I just needed to write something. I blogged about our first night and I wanted to share it with my friends. ENJOY Laying in bed the two of us stare into space. Naked under the sheets not touching just listening to each other breathe. What an erotic sound just listening and watching your chest heave up and down. I want you to touch me but I know you are tired from a long week at work. We never get to talk much after sex, you are always in such a hurry to jump into the shower. The ride home is long for I long to be in your arms a little while longer and I know it will be next week before I see you again. But this day was different, you didn't rush to the shower you stayed in the bed and held me for the longest time like you wanted to tell me something but we just sat in the silence of the room. You kiss me lightly on my cheek, then my neck, your hands slowly move over my breasts, you gaze in my eyes like you want to tell me something, but nothing comes out of your mouth but your actions speak volumes. |
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I am very sorry for the passing of your friend. I understand this kind of loss, and it always leaves a void in our hearts...a rending pain that never really subsides below a constant ache. We can try to distract ourselves from it, but that hurt is there, below the surface--still throbbing. It is trite-sounding to say that it gets better, but it does. It's just terrible to know that the way out of the pain is to walk right into it, and through it. If it helps, in some small way, please know that you are not alone. अवलोकितेश्वर
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thank you for you kind words they mean a lot
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