5.21.1993

Jacinda has been on my mind alot lately. I can't escape it.

I miss the comfort of having a woman that cares about you, and will help you through the depressing times. Jacinda was really good at that. I can't sleep at night. As I lay on my back in my bed with the lights out, staring at the ceiling for hours at a time, I remember the intimate times between us. I remember how raw and animalistic we were together. She used to make me cover her in oil and punishfuck her on the floor of her livingroom. I remember one day when we were in my room. She was on top of me, in another world. Jacinda threw herself back slightly, my hands grappling with her chest. I was watching her long red hair sway gently off the nape of her neck and down her shoulders. I could see her reflection in the glass door. It was partially open and the angle of it allowed me to see all around her body. Her silhouette was beautiful.

I don't know what happened to her or where she is now. I do know I will never see her again. Realizing this I ache, and sleep never arrives.