*Robin*

The drive into Manhattan was difficult, and even dangerous at times. Not because of the weather or the traffic, but because it was so difficult to keep my eyes on the road when Jessica was sitting in the passenger seat next to me.

This perfect woman. My queen. My goddess.

I was struck again by the complete absurdity of our situation.

I loved Jessica, loved her more than anything, and I knew she felt the same way about me. Her love was a blessing.

But I ...