sopping wet, dripping with testosterone…our Jensen
It’s been only recently that I’ve come to understand the real implications of our. I never felt part of that word until now. I never owned anything because I never shared anything. It was me and my dreams. It was a soliloquy. It was infinite but limited, like the real universe. It was lonely.
You know, I never truly belong… I liked things that nobody around me liked, I read books that nobody wanted to read, I got exited about shows that nobody watched… Sure we had something in common with my friends, but that was something else… I dreamed of a friend (fictional or, if I dare, real) with whom I could share me, my likes, my passions… I never had somebody to have OURs with…