November 17th each year, I think of you. Happy Birthday. I let you go for foolish reasons. I was a young guy, infatuated with another girl and infatuated

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November 17th each year, I think of you. Happy Birthday.

I let you go for foolish reasons. I was a young guy, infatuated with another girl and infatuated with her convertible. It was stupid. I’d had a lot of girlfriends and in my immaturity I expected you to be like they were: always ready to take me back when I felt ready to let them. You didn’t come running back. You were smart.

I don’t think I would have been good for you, but I know you would have been good for me. Please know that my love didn’t go away, but I hope your life now is happy, with a man that gave you what I couldn’t.

New Confession

When I was about 10, my older sister dressed me in her clothes and took me shopping with her. She did my longish hair perfectly and I looked like a girl. She introduced me as her cousin from Ohio.
It felt so good walking around in a dress during summer, my little peen in her cute undies.
I think back to those fun times, I’m 18 now, sis is married, and tug off. Ron

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