Closure

I have lost the ability to care about sex. I think it's because she left me. I still care about people, I just can't find myself thinking, as I once had, how much I would like to have them. Now when I see a beautiful woman walking down the streets I can think only about how much I would like to see her naked. To look over every part of her. To see the things she hides from everyone. I just want to know everything she is. I want to see everything she has ever done and ever will do. I want to see everything she thinks. I want to be able to know her better than anyone has ever known another person, better than I know myself. I want to know her so well that I that I can love her and hate her at the same time, so I know how pathetic she is, so I know how beautiful she is, so I can convince myself she is just like everyone else.

So I guess this is sort of an apology for watching you take a shower last night. I was also thinking that maybe we could catch a movie this weekend?

You: Tall, curvy, brunette, birthmark on your left inner thigh, screams very loud when you realize someone is watching you

Me: 6’0”, 160 pounds, medium length hair, wearing all black, binoculars, outside your window last night.