Dearest, today is odd and difficult. We slept together last night after fighting and coming to the conclusion we remain worlds apart in our feelings. The sex seemed different. You seemed not engaged. But sleeping with you and holding you all night was nice. I can’t get the memory of your beautiful ass in polka-dot panties out of my mind. I held you, caressed you, and you responded. I made you wet. You made me hard. It is nice to feel you want me, even if it is only physically. It pleased me to please you.
Now I need to work on being a better friend to you, and accept that you are not in love with me, even though it hurts. It is foolish for me to keep asking if you will ever fall in love with me. I can’t just wish it to happen. I will always be grateful to have loved you, but not I must learn to be your friend. My heart breaks, but I will try to keep you in my life. I will do this because you are worth loving, you deserve to have happiness, and I want to keep you in my life. I need you much more than you will ever need me. I hope we talk tonight. I think that in the future, I should avoid going to your house to avoid temptation.
