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... up to her and tell her I wanted her to come home but I knew she wouldn't. Hell, she probably would have my ass locked up. In reality, I didn't have enough nuts to face her again. So now, this is what I do. I sit in my car, watching her comings and goings. She hasn't been on any dates and I guess that is a good thing. Maybe she still thinks about me. Hmm. Nah, who am I fooling? I fucked up the best thing I've ever had and there was no turning back time to get it right. I drove back to my place and stood in my living room. I saw a few of her things that she had left there and I sighed to myself. I wondered if she wanted them back. A very small glimmer of hope flashed across my brain as I thought she may want her things back and would call me to come get them. But all of that faded away as I knew that if she wanted her stuff she would've come and gotten it already. I sighed to myself and collected her stuff and put them in a box in case she ever did come by to get them. I sat down on my couch and looked around. Lani didn't live with me but she spent the majority of her free time over here with me. The place seemed naked and colorless without her presence. I looked down at the carpet and thought about how we liked to lay under a blanket, watch movies and ate kettle corn. I grabbed one of the throw pillows and sniffed it deeply, taking in her scent from it. She loved to cuddle up with the pillows and she did that many nights when I was out late and didn't come home. It had been ...

... a couple of months now. I was so caught up with Lani on my mind that my dick had to give me a wake-up call. A nigga was horny as hell. I had to get back into the game. I f***ed myself to be convinced that I could recover from this and be okay. That morning, I went online to check out some online sites that were catered towards no-strings relationships. In my present state of mind, I certainly didn't need any romantic entanglements. But my heart just wasn't in it. I didn't want to be bothered. I looked at my watch and remember that I needed to go to the bank to get the rent money. It was nice out so maybe a walk would do me well. I grabbed my house keys and left out. As I walked down the sidewalk, I pondered why men do the things they do. Maybe men weren't meant to be monogamous. Maybe we were meant to conquer as many women as we could and procreate. That sounded pretty old school to me though. And after a while, it would get pretty empty too. Nah, men had feelings too. I guess sometimes we don't know how to deal with or express them. Or if it's even cool to be sensitive like that. Women like men with an edge. I don't care what women say in public, I believe that deep down, women want to be conquered and swept off their feet. Captured and thrown over a man's shoulder to be taken back to the crib. I had to laugh to myself. That kind of thinking is exactly how I wound up in my present state of circumstance. I told myself that if I can get past this, I'll change. I would start ...