It Ain't Easy
The shit hits the fan once we get home. Honeymoon over. Reality check.
“It’s not easy,” you say and slamming the dishes, “hearing you say that sex’s boring. It sounds like I’m boring. And then sex… it feels like I’m raping you, knowing you don’t really want it. It kills me.”
“It’s not true,” I protest. “I want it.”
You look at me suspiciously.
“Really? What do you get out of it?”
“The closeness. Being close to you is important to me. You’re the most important person in the world to me and I want to be close to you.”
Copyright C.R.M. Nilsson 2010
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