Page 44 of Love Harder

Oh, how I wish that were true.

Dimples continued to chase hard, sending messages that cemented my fate.

Fuck, I want you so bad. This is never going to end. I want to fuck you every day, and I want you to miss how my cock feels in you.

Can we see a pattern here?

Sound a little reminiscent of what Ghost sent?

But I ignored the warning signs because I didn’t want to see them. I wanted to believe he was different.

He left for a different state early on in the year for work. He was only supposed to be gone for two weeks. He was gone for close to seven.

I was certain things would eventually fizzle, and we’d forget about one another.

How wrong I was.

He sent so many messages when away. I didn’t understand it. He didn’t owe me anything, yet he messaged me every single day. Some smut, but mostly, messages that expressed how much he missed me and that what he felt was solid.

Every day, he told me he wanted me so bad and that he missed me.

To keep the fire burning bright, he sent me the hottest videos. Ones which I am sure you can use your imagination for.

He said often that he never wanted anyone as badly as he did me. That he never wanted to stop what he had. He jerked himself off thinking of me, and that he didn’t want anyone other than me.

He often recalled memories of our night together, and I liked that he did that. I liked that he thought about what we did.

He said he never wanted to stop this and that he was all mine.

He was sad to be away for so long and often went off-grid. When I would question where he was, he would come back and explain that although not the best communicator, he was still here.

And I believed him.

He didn’t give me a reason not to.

He told me all he wanted was to come home to me.

We exchanged so many messages during his time away. I asked so many questions, all of which he answered without fail.

I asked what his three vices are, and his answer just killed me, smalls.

My first vice…is my lust for you.

He always sent me pictures of himself saying he wanted me, that he was thinking of me, or that he was away from me for too long. He would occasionally send drunken messages, professing how much he missed me. They do say the truth comes out when one is drunk.

Every morning, he sent a good morning message.

He interacted with my socials, giving me a nudge that he was there.

It was so much.

Not once did I ever doubt his “feelings” for me.

That is, until one day, he was back, as in back home, only an hour away from me home.

He didn’t tell me he was coming home, which I thought was odd. I mean, we had only been talking about his return for weeks, and now that he was back, there was radio silence.

He posted stories on his socials, and I anticipated that he would hit me up with a time when he was coming over.

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