Well, there was this guy. He wasn't mine of course but he was there nonetheless. We talked on the phone and he seemed to be there when mine wasn't.
As a matter of fact he was always there.
He was attractive and he had a good head on his shoulders. We would talk at night into the wee hours of the morning. Never was there a dry conversation, he always knew what to say and he kept me challenged. I found myself comparing him to mine and he was beating mine by a longshot. I found myself avoiding mine to speak to him and coming up with excuses as to why I wasn't talking to mine as much as I should have been.
Boy was I slick.
I could be texting him while I was laying under mine and he wouldn't even know. It even got to the point where we were exchanging photos that I took while I was at mine[s] house. We planned trips to visit eachother because he lived out of town and we even became involved physically.
That is when things began to go downhill.
Soon I started to want him more than I wanted mine. Of course he didn't feel the same. He had other plans. I had allowed myself to get so caught up that I didn't recognize that I was losing mine in the process of trying to get him. While mine was being so good to me I was stressing over him.
He who was just using me to get over his own pain.
I was overwhelmed with guilt and heartbreak.
I became obsessed with him and it took me a while to realize that it could never work between him and I.
"You can't expect to be with a guy that will talk to you knowing you have a dude. There would be no trust." ---> and I had even discussed that with him.
I always told myself that there was no point in cheating and & I would end a relationship before I would even consider cheating.
And here I was being a hypocrite.
While mine was treating me so good.
Or so I thought...