Passé

Change is inevitable in intimacy. What I want today may not be what I had before. How I want to be and what I want to experience and share as intimacy is mutable. I can't say I understand nurturing a wank bank. When something has gone, it’s rarely worthy of revisiting. Or perhaps the loss of what was once good would be too upsetting. I’d rather have real things to look forward to than go over fantasy or what’s already passé.