I never told you, but I went to his house fully knowing that s** was going to happen. Even though it wasn’t my intention. The moment we started drinking, I knew the outcome. But it didn’t bother me, because a part of me had always wanted to get intimate with him. A part of me wanted a taste of him.
After that night, it happened two more times. With my complete consent while sober. It was enjoyable to the max. I’ll never forget what it felt like. I’ll never forget that strange connection that we’ve always had.
He did choose her over me in time. I knew that was going to happen too. I’m not b*** hurt about it, but now that I’m with the guy I love again, I’m starting to wonder if I loved the other one too.
