Perhaps, no matter how hard I try to rack my brain, all I’ll be left with is this: the humiliation of being lied to, the heartbreak of believing that he was someone he wasn’t, the fear that I’ll spend the rest of my life regretting last night’s encounter, and the certainty that I’m not good enough. Not good enough for a steady, successful career, not good enough for my family, not good enough for an exciting, genuine love story.
