Have You Ever

 For months, maybe even years, I had felt it—a quiet frustration buried beneath routine, an unspoken disconnect I didn’t know how to confront. My relationship had stretched across nearly four years, built on familiarity, history, and firsts. He was the first man I had ever been with, and that bond had kept me tethered, even when I no longer felt fulfilled. But something was missing. I couldn’t name it, couldn’t define it, but I felt it in the quiet moments, in the lack of excitement, in the way my own desires seemed muted. And then, there he was—someone older, someone confident, someone who saw me in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t calculated. It was impulsive, a moment of clarity disguised as recklessness. One minute we were watching TV, the next, I was on his lap, shedding hesitation along with my top while he was still on the phone. We spent a few nights together—two, maybe three. Enough to make me realize what I had been missing. Not just in phy...