Are you still thinking about me? If she only knew. When I think of sex, I think of Hallie. She’s the only name that pops into my mind. Her face, her body, and her voice are the only things I visualize. She was my first. She taught me how to do it. We learned together by learning each other.
I think something that would have made this story much better is if they had both changed a lot since they were last together. maybe she's gained weight or developed a chronic/mental illness, maybe he's got new interests or an injury. then it would really be "do you still love me? CAN you still love me? we're so different then we were back then - does it matter?" there's just no depth to their separation
