Sure, I remember the good times, early on. But that was before he gained all that weight and started staying in the basement with his buddies, drinking beer, never showering. And then he'd just lay there at night, not even touching me. And that's why it bothered me so when I'd catch him looking at others. I could see the lust in his eyes, but when I offered myself to him, he said he wasn't sure he wanted me any more. It was so humiliating! And then he said he was leaving. And I was glad. But scared, too. And after that, when he said he wasn't sure he wanted to leave, I had such...such....mixed feelings. But I told him he had to make up his mind. And he seemed insulted by that. I became so confused.
But yes, I remember the good times. The way he'd lift up his leg and fart, then laugh - oh, his eyes! And the passes he'd make. So thrilling. He was so child-like in his love.
Yes, I remember those days. Sigh.