With Marley, it was different. Waking up with that man in my arms, his legs twisted with mine, had me wanting to chase that feeling of happiness forever. I was so far gone I would have put a ring on his finger and made him mine for eternity. He, however, didn’t want more. That’s the problem. I’d take the crumbs he’d give me and be his dirty little secret, because something with that man was better than anything else I could have had in life.
