It’s been a tough 24 hours for us, I know.
After all, here we were, spending time together, enjoying one another’s company, getting comfortable. And just like that, our right to privacy was snatched away, our love for each other forever publicly bound.
A few months ago, my future was unclear. There I was, just a packet of simple cotton briefs hanging on a shelf, hoping for a better life. Hoping for something interesting, something more exciting.
And then like an angelic vision, you appeared. Just a girl, standing in front of a pair of knickers, asking them to physically embrace her.
Things started out slow between us, I know. But I liked it that way. You were feeling me out, testing the waters, seeing if I could really give you what you needed after so many years of disappointment.
We were courting one another.
Recently, though, it felt as though things were changing; we were spending more time together, getting serious.
Maybe it was just because your washing machine was broken or the unseasonably chilly weather meant you needed more, but whatever the reason, I love that you felt you could turn to me in your time of need. That you trusted I would be there waiting, ready to give you what you sought, without question or judgment.