Surrender #WYAOApril

Sometimes I don't care about the romantic date. I can go to the movies alone, and I can go out to eat by myself.  I've traveled by myself so I know I can do it again.

Sometimes I don't care about the phone calls and texts. Do we need to hear each other's voices every day? Do I need to wake up to a text saying, "Good morning?" Hearing "I love you" on a regular basis and having a man that cares about what I'm doing wold be wonderful, but sometimes I can go without that.

Sometimes I can't imagine never sharing my space again; sleeping alone and cooking only for one. Only my name will be on the lease or mortgage. If all he wants to come over for is sex, then the accommodation will be made. I can deal with the fact that he'll leave right after. At least I think I can.

At my weakest moments I know I can. When my sexual urges become too much to control and his number is staring me right in the face saying, "Use Me," all other options disappear. When I've been listening to the perfect sex playlist and a picture of him pops up on social media I don't know what else to do.

I want more. I always want more. But sometimes his body really is just enough. Well, as long as he knows what he's doing.

This post is part of Twenties Unscripted Write Your Ass Off April challenge.