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sigo pensándote de noche pero no estás aquí
Subconscious…
I’m rushing. I’m on my way. I have a date.
Wow… she’s beautiful. So sweet, so charming… a goddess’s body, you might say.
I get into the car. Start the engine.
And then… discomfort.
Something doesn’t feel right. My wrist feels wrong. Something is missing. Restlessness.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
I tell her, “Something isn’t right… my watch isn’t on my wrist.”
“We have to go back?”
“I can’t go without it…”
She looks at me, confused.
“But why? It’s just a watch.”
“I have to. I’m sorry… but we’re going to lose some time. I know.”
I find it. Put it back on my wrist.
And I calm down.
The evening is perfect. Great food… and her.
But I can see it in her eyes. Something is on her mind. Something is happening beneath the surface.
After a while, she looks at me.
“Can I ask you something honestly?”
“Of course. Tell me.”
She looks at my wrist.
“Why does that watch mean so much to you? Do you realize what it means to you… and what it means when you wear it?”
I shrug.
“It’s just a watch. It was a gift…”
She shakes her head.
“No… you have many watches.”
Then she asks:
“A gift? From whom?”
Silence.
I know exactly where this is going.
“Hmm… I’ll tell you directly. My ex, Sabrina.”
She looks at me.
“No… she’s not your ex. She never really was.”
I stare at her.
“What are you talking about?”
She takes my hand.
“You’re hers.”
I freeze.
“No… I don’t know what you’re talking about. That’s not true.”
She looks straight into my eyes.
“You love her.”
I say nothing.
“Do you even realize it?”
She squeezes my hand.
“I’m a woman, Mario. You don’t even have to answer me.”
“You don’t see yourself. You don’t see the panic you feel when that watch isn’t beside you.”
She pauses.
“Do you know how many times your subconscious makes you look at it?”
I look down at my wrist.
“And then your eyes change… and that little smile appears on your face.”
She looks at me gently.
“You can lie to yourself… but you won’t lie to me.”
I am speechless.
She reaches up, wipes the tears from my face.
“Breathe…”
Then, softly:
“I’m not angry. I don’t blame you. I just want us to be honest… so we can understand where you are, and who you truly belong to.”
A tear rolls down my cheek.
All I can say is:
“Thank you… for understanding.”
She kisses me.
Then she whispers:
“Take me home.”
I look at her, confused.
“Your place is somewhere else.”
And that is the hardest thing to swallow.
The hardest thing to accept.
And even harder to say out loud:
“I know.”
She looks at me.
“You know what?”
I close my eyes.
“That I’m with her…”
A pause.
“With Sabrina?”
I nod.
“Yes, Mario… with her.”
And that night…
the only thing that truly tasted good was the food.
even in pain…my Lubav 🔥
I want someone to be as insane about my erotica as I am
