There’s no way I’m going to be able to let her go.

I stare at myself in the mirror, electricity buzzing through my whole body as I relive last night over and over again. No night would ever be able to compare to that one. Not unless it was with her. I refrain from punching the glass and grip the countertop. How am I supposed to do this? I’ve done this with so many women before. Just look at her with a blank stare and she’ll get the message. You both knew it was only one night. ...