64. My Golden Victory Dress
Amelia
I couldn't sleep thinking about everything that happened last night. If I said I didn't like his kisses, I'd be a huge liar. The man knows what he's doing, and he does it veeeery well. He's one of those men my friend Cony calls "panty-wetters." I let out a big sigh. No one would believe me if I told them he's only the second man to kiss me in my life. Before him, it was only Juan Luis, and I know we both learned as we went along. It would also be a lie to say I don't miss my husband. Ex-husband. Why the hell does it still hurt?
I try not to think about him, though sometimes it's hard because the man sends me messages twice a day. But if he thinks that's going to make me forgive him and take him back, he's very mistaken. I start to get annoyed for no re
