You make love to me. You take me in your arms and hold me. You kiss me. You smile at me. You talk with me. You listen. You show affection.

I leave. You call a few times that day. More often than usual.

Maybe that's what you realize. Maybe you showed too much.

The next day, I hardly hear from you.

And you know. That's ok. I know what the deal is.

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