Back in Time

It's been years since I had last been with him. The last time we saw each other I left him lying in my bed as I snuck out and told him to let himself out in the morning. I was in love then. In love with a man who didn't feel the same way. Regardless, I left one man who didn't love me to go to another who didn't love me either. And yes, I slept with him that night too.
Now fast forward to a three weeks ago and there I was sitting in a restaurant on a double date with him, my cousin and a coworker. It wasn't weird or uncomfortable and the only thing that bothered me were his stupid little lies about absolutely nothingness. That was nothing new but I still hadn't had to hear it for a few years and it was good to know that time didn't change how annoying it was. And it was very, very annoying.
Yet, spending time with him alone. Cuddling on the couch, making out, kissing him and eventually having sex with him....it was good, comfortable and horribly passionate. We know each other. We know what the other likes and does not like. He was my first real love and therefor kind of taught me how to kiss so when the two of us lock lips I get completely lost in the action of his tongue caressing mine.