It's been ten years now and I've programmed my brain to forget her little did I know that I was deceiving myself.
Things changed when I saw her.
She looked different. She wasn't the same little girl I had fallen in love with. She was now a grown woman.
She was gorgeous.
I needed her beneath me just for one night. I'd get her out of my system and move on.
That was probably a lie.
Months later.
Here I am drowning my sorrow in alcohol on my last night as a single man.
I was getting married to ...