After a month and a half of almost no contact whatsoever, it all came down to one phone call one night and BAM – SEX! We had a nice intimate encounter. Do I want to get back together with him? How can I know? I was having an out of body experience. It was surreal being in his room, on his bed, in the same way that it had always been, but it was suddenly different. We were different. There was passion, intensity, longing, pulling, pushing, desperation, desire. We were connected and disconnecting.

It felt easy to be there, to hold each other after, to be two bodies completely naked and vulnerable. Conversation was light, natural and it had a quality like homemade pie. Just pure goodness. I took nothing for granted, not like before. I cherished every moment our skin touched, every kiss, every time our eyes locked. I left at the perfect moment. He didn’t ask me to stay. He saw me to the door. Will you regret this? He asked. Probably, I said. Thinking to myself the opposite, I regret nothing with you.