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Remember, sex is like a Chinese dinner. It ain’t over ’til you both get your cookie. Alec Baldwin

When the last time is the last time. The time has come… the end is near, yah both know it. It is the last time. The last naked time together in a naked way with that love person. It is sad, it is reflective, happy, conflicted, it may be a bit more, a bit harder a bit better, it is the last.

I have moved past a lover or two, ok several. Yet it is always kind of sad for me. I had to become vulnerable to be with any lover and that being said, saying goodbye is always a tender moment. It can also be a steamy moment. If I know this is it, I want to leave with a bang. I don’t want to be the girl who was easily past over who would? I want to be special, and thought of as worthy of love, or to be loved. It is all about love for me.

Break up sex is different than make up sex. Make up sex can be an unhealthy pattern of borderline abuse. Hot sex after a hot fight is great if it is very rare. If it is a common occurrence not so good, you may want to check in with yourself and check out of that deal.

Break up sex is just that, it is the last time with a person I had loved enough to open myself up to in that way that lovers do. It is when words had been said and it had been decided this is over. Sometimes one of the partners may be readily taking their naked act to a different show seeing how they have met someone new. Sometimes it is just the reality that this show is no longer working. Either way the love affair has come to an end. The final curtain is closing….It is done.

I don’t have regrets even for the last time. Regret is something I would rather not walk away with; it never packs light. Lovers can come and go. It is the lesson. That is where the sweet spot is. Did I learn, did I grow, and do I know a bit more about myself? Am I heartbroken or okay with letting go of this love? Goodbye sex, for me is better if I know that this was the farewell moment. A sweetness, turning the page on a history, on a love. Why is it that the first time and the last time stand out in my memory?

Maybe sex is more than just sex?

Breaking up is now and will always be hard to do. Break up sex will always be just that, the last time.

My Mantra: “What I can take away from a lover is more important than saying goodbye”