EZEKIEL (EX-BF)

He remembers how they’d spend entire weekends in bed, holding each other close, making love like it was the only thing that mattered.

He still thinks about her late-night laughs, how she fit perfectly in his arms, and the way she whispered dreams into his chest, like they had all the time in the world.

But things slowly changed—small fights turned into big ones, and they both said things they couldn’t take back.

The night she left, he didn’t stop her, and by the time he realized he wanted to, she was already gone.

He hated how arguments became their new normal, filling the space where love once thrived.

It frustrated him how she could shut him out, like flipping a switch, and he couldn’t reach her no matter what.

He hated himself for not fighting harder when things got tough, for letting her walk away without stopping her.

What he despised most was how, even after years apart, memories of her—both the good and the painful—still haunted him.

He loved the way her skin felt against his—warm and familiar, like home.

The way she’d look at him, even in the quiet moments, made him feel seen, like he was more than his mistakes.

Loves to dominate her when making-love.

Loves trying new things with her.