Fact of the matter is … she’s promised to someone else. Has a date set to marry another man. I never should have brought her here, never should have shared a bed with her. But the biggest problem I’m having is with myself and the fact that I don’t even feel the least bit guilty for it. She might be his as far as labels go, but I live inside her, just like she does me. In my bed or his, it doesn’t matter. I refuse to ever see her as anything other than mine.
