Me, He & She

Me, He & She

Me + He = We. We were once a good team. We were sweet, simple and somewhat stimulating. We crossed paths at a good time. Our rekindled flame too off fast and was completely unexpected. There was a level of comfort that seemed instant that lead to everyday. The "it" factor was absolutely evident. Our infatuation was wonderfully creative with sweet creaminess of cherry vanilla ice cream.

My love is deeper, tighter, sweeter, higher, flyer, didn't you know this or didn't you notice

Our connection was deeper than anticipated. We laughed, conversed and made the time without boundaries. There weren't too many limits. He said that he liked that there was no red tape-no bullshit with me, no need to sneak – day/night to midnights with some drunken stupors. You know that drunken alcohol induced sex that was sweat funky and nastily intense. Especially spectacular. We were good, cool, sexy… Then he changed his mine. It was his prerogative to no longer want me or to be a "we".

My love is deeper, tighter, sweeter, higher, flyer, didn't you know this or didn't you notice

She's not as simple. She has baggage. She is somewhat insecure, though he may have made her that way. She is not as stimulating so he says. She is all the things that he claimed not to want, so he says. She snoops. She tried to find something and anything when there may or may not be nothing. She goes through his stuff. She complains, sometimes petty and mildly confrontational. He says he is not all the way happy with she but she has been there and has gone through some things. He and she are still a "we". She's the one that puts up with his shit in order to be a "we". The same shit that was not for me. All the bad with all the good. He is not always so good to she but she deals to have he. He and she but then there's always the thought me.

My love is deeper, tighter, sweeter, higher, flyer, didn't you know this or didn't you notice

So, in all honesty, there is a diminutive part of me that wants he but more so in the concept of what we had before she. He always felt real good kind of like crown royal on ice. It went down smooth and easy. Mmm, mmm, mmm good with a side of finger looking and ass smacking. The ideas of me and he make me warm and tingly. He sure did smell good. He just runs cross my mind sometimes – how we use to ooooh… yeah and kiss this and this and this and this and this and this and this and that. We shared climaxes and indulged in a plethora of oohs and aahs to tempos of E sharp (exciting) on a very regular basis. Damn remembering when we…

She is not me nor does he want me. No competitions necessary. He is not for me and the reality is that She has He and He was to be with She more than the piece of he that desires me. I like that he sometimes wants a piece of me. Truth is that He was never really good for me but I often think of how we use to be.

Never allow someone to be your priority when they make you their option.