Looking back on text messages sent to ex-boy and wondering if I’ll ever have that same level of comfort with anyone else.
“I look like asshole.”
“I have the gas of champions.”
“Maybe my bajango did eat a mango.”
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The fact that so many of those messages involve your lovely lady lump makes me question your choice of the word “intimacy”.
And for the record, that last message actually read “Maybe I did rub a mango on my bajango…” The eating came later.
And lastly, “ex-boy”? Does that mean I’m finally a man now?!?
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