The last three days I spent with Eric were EPIC. That is the word we would both use to describe it and seeing it in print, switch the P with an R and I've got my Eric! Epic Eric. Sweet.
Day One, incredible sex. The relaxed kind where everyone takes it slow, worries about nothing, and enjoys the magical taste and touch of the other. Ending in conversations between the sheets. Then Eric in blue jeans and a white t-shirt (yes, the one I'm sleeping in) heading out to grab us a sandwich; both famished.
Day Two, the strip tease. I still blush, embarrassed that I am such a silly girl but flattered that Eric reacted so well. Again, amazing sex. He couldn't hold back if he tried.
Day Three, tears at the airport. Raw. Authentic. Vulnerable.
Eric asked me how I am really doing today. Really. I wrote a six page letter letting him know all of the sadness and hurt I have with him being gone. I know he read it but now, silence. I should have stuck with epic. Here I am blogging to everyone to say what you need, tell what you want... and then I put everything in words to the man who has my heart in his hands and feel as though I just drove a wedge between us.
The guy brain would have stayed with Epic, let everything else go.
Girl brain. Ugh. You haunt me.
We've all been here. Said something that might have hurt our partner, not wanting to hurt him but floundering and needing to answer the question, "How are you?"
I'm a mess.