The Night I Let Go

I just got out of a long-term relationship and am trying to figure out what comes next. Last night, I had a friend over for drinks who knows about my situation. We were talking about our respective losses when the mood shifted. Before I knew it, we were kissing passionately on my couch. It felt wrong at first, but as her hands explored me, I melted into her touch. She was rough and intense, making me feel things that scared me yet exhilarated me. I found myself craving more, pushing back against her with equal fervor. There was no pretense or romance in our encounter; it was pure physical release and a temporary escape from reality. When we were done, she left quietly, leaving me alone with my thoughts. It was the first time I allowed myself to fully embrace that moment without worrying about tomorrow.