Status: Incomplete.
Dirty Little Secret.
Wine Stained Lips.
We were watching some TV show, sat in the living room. I got up and grabbed the second bottle of wine out the fridge.
'Let me know when she goes to bed xx'
I read the text in my head and typed back a quick reply.
'Yeah I will, won't be long, just finish this episode and she'll be out of it xx'
I knew what he wanted. And I knew he was taken, taken by someone that wasn't me. But I didn't care. I liked the attention he gave me. I'm not saying he made me felt loved. He made me feel wanted. And that's all I ever wanted in my life. It makes me seem needy and so needy that i'd go after anyone. Even someone's boyfriend and I get it. If you don't understand. If anyone else told me this story I wouldn't agree with them. But this is different. This is complicated.
I took the last sip of wine from my glass and poured myself another and sighed. Liquid courage as everyone called it.
I mean obviously he didn't care about her that much. She wasn't his priority. Who did he text first in the morning? Me. Who did he text last at night? Me. Who was he having 'problems' with? Her.
No one understands it. I know it's wrong. Cheating I mean. But still, it's hard to help it when he's there, and he needs me. He needs me so bad. But it's a secret. It's our dirty little secret.
See we have a past. A strange and wonderful past. It's a whirlwind of confusion and fumbling but although it's like that, it's ours. And it works. And to be honest, I couldn't have lost my virginity any other way.
And this is our story.
'Let me know when she goes to bed xx'
I read the text in my head and typed back a quick reply.
'Yeah I will, won't be long, just finish this episode and she'll be out of it xx'
I knew what he wanted. And I knew he was taken, taken by someone that wasn't me. But I didn't care. I liked the attention he gave me. I'm not saying he made me felt loved. He made me feel wanted. And that's all I ever wanted in my life. It makes me seem needy and so needy that i'd go after anyone. Even someone's boyfriend and I get it. If you don't understand. If anyone else told me this story I wouldn't agree with them. But this is different. This is complicated.
I took the last sip of wine from my glass and poured myself another and sighed. Liquid courage as everyone called it.
I mean obviously he didn't care about her that much. She wasn't his priority. Who did he text first in the morning? Me. Who did he text last at night? Me. Who was he having 'problems' with? Her.
No one understands it. I know it's wrong. Cheating I mean. But still, it's hard to help it when he's there, and he needs me. He needs me so bad. But it's a secret. It's our dirty little secret.
See we have a past. A strange and wonderful past. It's a whirlwind of confusion and fumbling but although it's like that, it's ours. And it works. And to be honest, I couldn't have lost my virginity any other way.
And this is our story.
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Okay so I know this is short and shit.But I have a few other chapters sorted and all of them planned so if anyone likes any of this and wants to keep reading please comment and let me know and I'll write more, especially while it's all in my memory.
~ally xx