...can fuck off and die.
If there's a slut in this story, it's me.
I'm the one that was with her even though I loved someone else. I'm the one that took full advantage of her feelings but offered none in return. I'm the one that presented myself to her in October, though I still loved someone else.
It doesn't matter that I did none of those things out of malice. It doesn't matter that we were always completely honest with each other, or that we were at times great together. It doesn't matter that I really did try to give her what she wanted. All that matters is that I failed, and that I hurt her so many times that she stopped feeling safe with me.
One last night, to culminate a long string of last nights. Was that too much to ask for?
I don't think so. I could have resisted, but I didn't. We were good together, after all.
I don't think it was too much to ask for at all. I think it was beautiful.
But, of course, I'm the slut in this story.