Caught in the Aftermath of Divorce and Desire

So I got divorced about three months ago. My ex-wife wanted out, said she fell out of love with me a year back but was too kind to say it straight up until we'd both settled into new jobs and homes. She's moved on, she already has a new partner, and my heart is still healing from the sting. The last year's been a blur of legal papers, packing boxes, and the constant feeling that I'm not fully living anymore. What got me today was remembering how we used to be before it all fell apart. There were no secrets then, well, maybe some, but nothing that should matter in hindsight. We'd have this routine on Saturday mornings after a week of work stress; she loved waking up early and just having the house to herself for once, while I'd sleep till noon, and then we'd make pancakes together and enjoy them with coffee before heading out for our lazy weekend activities. The sex, though? It was always early Sunday morning when we both knew we were going back to work on Monday. We’d sneak downstairs in the dark around 4 AM after a night of sleeping lightly, worrying about bills or what the week ahead might bring. And that's how it started last weekend too, except there was something different this time. She moved out two weeks before, and I still had keys. We met up at my place just for coffee like usual. Instead of pancakes though, we both ended up in the bedroom pretty fast after we got done. It felt wrong, but also right. My ex-wife's hand was gentle on me as she guided herself onto my erection. We didn't say much; it was mostly moaning and the sounds of flesh moving against flesh. I couldn’t help myself, I pulled her closer and pressed our bodies tight together, thrusting upwards into her with a renewed vigor that surprised us both. She started to whisper in my ear about how good I made her feel, which only spurred me on harder. The bed squeaked under the weight of two adults trying to find each other through shared memories of what we had lost and were now reclaiming temporarily. It ended with sweat and soft kisses, a quiet reminder that sometimes love leaves but bodies remain loyal even in heartache.