It was the worst mistake I had ever made. I let her go, I let her slip through my fingers for some pretty face with an empty head. It wasn’t until I lay in bed that night with the empty flowerpot of a girl lying next to me, completely uncovered under the blanket that I thought of it sincerely. She slept soundly and peacefully. Just hours before she took me in with hunger in her eyes, no love, no compassion, nothing but want and demand for my body. The kisses were sweet tasting like strawberry soda, her lips were soft yet hard with lust. Her tongue and teeth bit, lingered and licked in all the right places, yet she was forceful, pressing and needy. It was like she needed to taste and touch me to fill some kind of void, while I needed to forget, to forget about a love I had left to satisfy my needs that she could not or would not fill. But she loved me with all my flaws and wrongdoings, her last words to me as I walked out the door still ring in my ears; even in that moment of betrayal she spoke to me with such love and passion. “I will always love you, but I will not always come back to you” “why?” “I have to think about what’s right for me too baby” I walked out at that last exchange, why I left such a beauty and a loving being behind I do not know. How I could ever think a woman with barely a brain cell to her name could love me the way, my love did for 2 years with out asking anything from me in return I do not know. How I could forget all the things we had been through together all of the things she had helped me through, all the times she had held me when I cried. She had done so much for me how could I just leave her in the wake of such trivial needs and such primitive senses. I held my need to mate above the love I was suppose to hold for her always. I promised her countless times that I would be there always, that I would never harm her in the ways her past relationship had killed her.