I knew better, but I still did it.
I wasn’t the same man she used to know.
Briella called me out. Womanizer, allergic to commitment, and happily single. She didn’t realize the teenager she knew had changed. She still saw me as the guy who ditched her sister at a school dance more than a decade earlier. I wasn’t that guy anymore, but I didn’t need her to see me as more. No one else did, so why should she.
She was a sweet, curvy, sexy single mom that deserved better than me.
She gave so much of herself to everyone else, I wondered how she had any left at the end of the day. Mother, business owner, volunteer…but all I saw was the woman she was beneath all the masks she wore. Kind, strong, passionate, and the most amazing woman I’d ever known.
She thought I was the devil. Maybe I was. But she was definitely an angel. One I didn’t deserve. One I couldn’t resist.