Our Hockey Season

To All I Do,

You and I, we were just sex, but I miss it. I miss the raw, need your body now sex. I miss the giggly, fun, couldn't stop laughing sex. I miss the why are we still doing this? Switch it up sex. I miss sitting on his couch and you practically pouncing on me when everyone had left the room for a minute. I miss arguing over who was going to be nice to who, who was going to wear the jersey, I miss arguing over what was in the Netflix cue. I miss being out and saying "let's go home."

So I don't talk about it, I let it go, let people think that it really was just sex. But our sex and our us was the most fun and stress-free anything I'd had in so long, that I'd grown to really care for it. I don't talk about our hockey season because our hockey season is over and as peaceful and friendly as the ending was, it feels like a breakup and a small part of me wants it back.

Until we smoke cigars,
-A