The days after that went by at turtle space. I had no reason to miss her, or want to see her. But I did. I wanted to wrap my arms around her, and smell that sweet perfume that she wore. I wanted to kiss her passionatley on the lips, and I wanted her to want to kiss me back.
I became the worst imaginable couch patatoe ever. I lounged around all day in my pajama bottoms, and ate chips. My mother called me every name she could think of including lazy, selfish, a wreck of society, and so forth. But I just didn’t really give a care. I wanted her, but I could not allow myself to just be a boy toy. I just couldn’t. Even a boy toy had limits.