Olivia Ross was the city’s toughest art critic. I was fascinated by her mysterious persona, so I’d reach out whenever I got the chance. We’d planned to grab coffee ever so often, but with our conflicting schedules it was impossible. One-night years later we’d have really great phone sex. From there we’d flirt and make dinner plans. She’d got into the habit of calling me while she was drunk in the late hours of the night. The more I educated myself on relationships and setting boundaries, the more I felt secure in who I was and becoming. Those calls didn’t entice me anymore. They were lonely and lustful. I couldn’t fault her become I built the door for her to walk in. I set the standard that it was okay for her to walk in whenever. Follow me, the door didn’t have a key because I felt it was okay.
Dear Reader
A relationship built on lust will not last if you’re yearning for something more.