64 - No Goodbye

Rae I had been “dating” or whatever this was for about three months. It was surprisingly a lot easier than I thought. But we both had also been avoiding some of the hard questions we knew we both had for each other. 

It seemed like we both just wanted to keep the peace, and sometimes it was a delicate balance. I didn't want her to be mad, I didn't want to be mad.

We made out heavy at work a few times; I did it on purpose and where I knew people would see us. I’m not oblivious to the way men look at her -- because I am one of them. 

I trust her, but I still refuse to let them look at her like they would have a chance in hell. She is mine, and they needed to know that. Sometimes I left hickies on her too, and a woman my age wouldn't have liked tha