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For everyone who’s ever broken the rules and liked it
“Good. Dump that loser, Brett, and date this guy. I bet he wants to do more with your biscuits than just pay for them.”
It’s hard to leave someone who loves you, even though you know realistically it’s not working. Love is stupid like that. It’s like drinking poison because it tastes good.
He doesn’t know because I don’t tell him.
“And that’s why you’re going to keep your mouth shut about it. What the people don’t know won’t hurt them. They want a good preacher, but what I do in my private life doesn’t really matter so long as they have someone who looks like a good man. Because if they like me, they must not be so bad.”
“Come on, Adam. Please don’t be a nice guy right now.” A nice guy? Is that what I am? A guy who does everything right. Who follows the rules. Nice guys don’t fuck for revenge. Nice guys don’t fuck without emotion. Nice guys don’t fuck at all.
“I’m not a fucking nice guy.” She smiles wickedly, almost like a dare. “Then prove it.”
“I wish there was a way we could make them both pay.” A short huff escapes my lips. “I’m not the revenge type,” I reply. “It wouldn’t be revenge,” she says. Before disappearing through the door, she softly adds, “It would be atonement.”
Years of Bible studies and sermons have taught me that temptation is like poison to the virtue of a good man. But at the same time…I finally got to feel what it’s like to truly let go. To finally do what I always wanted to do. And it felt good.
“Damn, Peaches. You look nice.” “You too, Church Boy. I like your suit.”
I mean, obviously not, but I love the idea.
No one is that good. I am. No, you’re not. Not really. You’ve just been pretending for a very long time.
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Perhaps we can never truly be good and protect the ones we love at the same time.
but it’s still hard to accept that the world doesn’t work the way you think it does.
Those differences will never go away and love will not make them any easier to ignore.
I’m pretty sure I know which side is going to win.
I’m just chanting in my mind—mine, mine, mine.
I don’t always appreciate the mirror in front of my face when I don’t like the reflection.
In my head, I picture her standing by that front door, shotgun in hand, defending her home and forcing him away. While I’m not exactly sure that’s how it went down, I love the image.
But when the listless eyes of the woman I love flash through my mind, I realize he’s right. I could give her everything she’s ever wanted. And that temptation is the greatest I’ve ever faced.
