So Close I can Taste It
Let me ask me to imagine something. Imagine the greatest sandwich (appropriate threesome metaphor) you could possibly have… the best. You have imagined this sandwich since you can remember. Then imagine one late June you were told the sandwich does exist and that you will get it In August. Every day you think of the sandwich. The day comes, you see it, but you can only have one bite and were told that you have to wait till November to get that Sandwich. My Fiancé and I have been together for...