The truth is, Martin took advantage of me. He knowingly pulled me into his arms when I was at my weakest and most frightened. He manipulated my emotions until I trusted him. But the truth is, I never really trusted him. I never really believed that he loved me or even that he cared for me. But I was lonely and I wanted to be held in his arms. So I allowed myself to believe that I could trust him. I allowed myself to believe that he loved me. But he didn’t. Instead, he took advantage of his friend’s grieving widow. He took advantage of my vulnerability. And even though I know that now, I still wish he would hold me in his arms; I still wish he would love me.