Do you know the feeling when you’re two seconds away from an orgasm and you just know that you’ll see the white light soon and then race to catch your breath and then, just like that, the organ or the toy that was supposed to satisfy your sexual urge just instantly stopped?
But I think it’s the perfect concretion to what I felt when our trips were canceled. (Gee, cancelled is with a single L?)
Yep, there’s nothing sexual or pornographic here. Just pure of-that feeling. I could’ve chosen to allude to the feeling of excitedly buying kutsinta (Yes, I love kutsinta…) but just when you’ve plated those cute little Reese’s-shaped delicacies, ready to munch on and take them all in, you realize that you forgot the niyog that gives life to its taste (…but never without the niyog.), but the feeling I’m trying to get to you is more than just staring at those buns, drooling with so much regret.
It’s a feeling of disappointment, anguish and internal combustion that you just want to explode.
Damn, I’m so caught up I can’t even finish this post. BTW, I don’t know if orgasm is a noun or a verb so bear with the misuse.