A Sexual Fantasy
Whenever my heart breaks, I book a private room at my favourite karaoke lounge to sing my heart out. Mostly sad songs. Mostly garbled. Mostly in tears. I take a trip down memory lane with each song that I associate with each ex-boyfriend... this night, the one that got away... somehow manages to materialise from memory to reality. We consummate our broken yet rekindled relationship with the passion and urgency as our first time together. It's oh so familiar and bittersweet.
I've missed you so, how I've missed you so.