One Day

One day it just stopped hurting and I felt no need to think about her. And then I'm at it again, thinking about her, her smell her body her sex. That's the power of the pussy talking to me. It's not really love, or is it? I don't have the answers any more and it frightens me, this vast emptiness I used to call my life. It's strangely peaceful. There is something broken deep inside there and I don't know quite how to fix it yet. Or whether I really want it to be fixed? I don't feel it anymore for anyone and that's a scary place to be for me.