His space was always so sweet, simple, tight and tidy. Eclectic in style, patterns and colors. He was about aesthetic lines and beauty, decorating his small home so sweetly.
We sat together at his small breakfast table. He loved prepping meals for us together, and now he had a new home to do so. Coffee and breakfast with Brian will always be some of my favorite memories.
He collected himself and reached across the table to take my hand.
"Are you still happy with me?" I asked. It's a question I would ask every once in awhile, checking in on our tender and rarely tumultuous relationship.
"Yes, most of the time. But sometimes I don't know. Seems that the sex is a crutch sometimes..." He was honest.
'A crutch?!?' I thought.
Ouch. It was as if the sex was the only thing keeping our relationship together.
He was right. Were once we spent days on end together. Now we only met on the weekends, for sweet morning coffee and breakfast, and intense afternoon sex.
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