I got through the second week of Sherry’s absence somehow. I missed her as if she had been part of my body. I stayed awake at night, wondering if Sherry was coming back.
So many times I’d gone to phone her but stopped myself.
I know what we ‘shared’ meant nothing to her. I know I should not have let myself take advantage, but knew if it wasn’t me, it would have been someone else.
Someone who didn’t love her.
For me, that short interlude was heaven, I held her and let my love flow, pretending she loved me.