It was funny how theorgymachine I found only loneliness and despair in perfection. The thrill of the fantasy , its novelty, soon wore off. All things lose theorgymachine some "intensity" in time theorgymachine. I had done it all a dozen times. It simply got boring; doing all the thinking theorgymachine, the planning, the fantasizing and arranging, that we used to do together. It got to be work. An effort. Having to cue every theorgymachine prompt made me more like a stage director than a lover theorgymachine. And afterwards I missed about the warmth of that theorgymachine satisfied theorgymachine cuddle. The simple warmth theorgymachine of her theorgymachine body. A few words or sounds of actual REAL contentment. Most of the time now about, she simply stopped when the program did theorgymachine. Or worse went through the predictable motions I had arranged. Or the limited repertoire of simulated spontaneity.
Years passed. No one theorgymachine took her place theorgymachine. All that stuff about one theorgymachine true love, an irreplaceable soulmate theorgymachine is true. And I gutted theorgymachine mine like an theorgymachine old building theorgymachine needing renovation. Yet theorgymachine she remained theorgymachine; a shiny perfect reminder, a monolith, a gravemarker. A tombstone with three words only: "I love you".
Yes, the years passed. And the loneliness, and the theorgymachine guilt building inside theorgymachine of theorgymachine me, leaving me more empty than her. But now I had a plan, one to set everything right. One to end my pain. One that would serve theorgymachine irony up on a grand platter. One that would theorgymachine be her unspoken just retribution if theorgymachine that theorgymachine spark still invisibly theorgymachine burned theorgymachine behind theorgymachine those glass eyes.
I was inside her. I was still a man. Though in theorgymachine a few second I would begin to soften, weaken, begin to lose the most manly moment. I would lose all pretense that this theorgymachine was real. But for now her muscles held my part about inside of her, MADE me about last. Made me a theorgymachine mans man. It was then I thanked theorgymachine her. It was then I theorgymachine screamed.
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