It's always like this: you know just what you want to say and just how you want to say it. But then, once you got that listener in earshot, you give it your best shot - and it ends up coming out like a line from an old song from the Police, leaving you to wonder at your complete inability to form intelligible sentences, even the simplest of these: I love you, I want you, I need you.
"You're never going to be able to move here, and I'm never going to be able to move there," she said, however many paragraphs into our conversation.
"I see," I replied, "I didn't realize 'never' was a part of it."
I don't remember what either of us said after that in regard to never - but definitely knew how I felt about always.
I talked about how fair I could not be to her, in her (and my) present condition: she in the early days of a breakup from a way long term thing, me wanting all of her.
"Maybe I should just leave you alone for a year or so," I thought out loud, "maybe that's the best I can do."
"Are you looking for a way out?"
"No, but I don't see a way in, right now [and I so want all the way in]."
There was then a hang up from her end, and I thought to myself how she had mentioned earlier in the conversation that I had never been mad at her yet. I still wasn't, but, later, I did promise her a spanking ("goose") for that bit.
I confessed (and agreed with her), later, that my statement that the 46 could never be fair to the 2_ was a pretentious one.
Then we made love the best we could at a distance of several hundred miles.
She sounds so lovely when she cums.
"It's what I wanted when I came here, tonight," I managed, without a stutter or flutter, leaving out my "oh baby, I want you in every possible way."
I promised to do my very best and still not to hold anything back or play any game of charades.