Every man has that one girl he knows he could fuck again.
She might post quotes about “moving on.”
She might be with someone else now.
But if you texted her at 11:47 PM with the right words, she’d reply.
Because it’s not over.
It never was.
She still remembers how you made her feel,
the tension,
the control,
the way her body gave in before her mind did.
She’ll act like she’s past it, but she isn’t.
She just needs an excuse.
A weak night.
A little loneliness.
A little curiosity.
And that’s all it takes.
One message and she’s right back where
she swore she’d never be.
She might post quotes about “moving on.”
She might be with someone else now.
But if you texted her at 11:47 PM with the right words, she’d reply.
Because it’s not over.
It never was.
She still remembers how you made her feel,
the tension,
the control,
the way her body gave in before her mind did.
She’ll act like she’s past it, but she isn’t.
She just needs an excuse.
A weak night.
A little loneliness.
A little curiosity.
And that’s all it takes.
One message and she’s right back where
she swore she’d never be.