If I screamed out, would you actually hear me? Or would my voice fade into the background, just another echo lost between us? You're slipping away. I feel it in the silence, in the spaces where you used to reach for me. And the hardest part is knowing there's nothing I can do to stop what's already happening. I warned you this day would come. Not because I wanted it, but because I knew. Because reality was always waiting just outside the door. One day, it would have to be me or her. I never wanted to be right. As much as we want to stay in each other's lives, as much as you tell me I'm always on your mind, as much as I know I've found a place somewhere in your heart... the place beside you belongs to someone else. And I don't understand it. Maybe I never will. How can someone hold your heart yet never hold your hand? How can love exist without being chosen? Those are questions I'll probably carry forever. But love, real love, isn't measured by what...
Erotic fiction, sinful confessions, raw poetry, BDSM, and power exchange stories.