So Yummy Boy and me met again… and I crossed that line, where I say one giggly-girly-goodbye and never look back.

We got drunk. We danced. We explored prohibited territory. We let each other feel the ambrosial unholiness.

I had fun. Plain, Stupid, careless fun.

If only he didn’t have those lips. If only I wasn’t engaged. If only I was more appreciative of Life. If only I was the girl my mom wanted me to be. If only he didnt send shivers down my spine in that Godawfully delicious way. If only I felt some shame, some level of guilt.

No sorry, God. Not this time….