I am not sane, I am not wise, I am not who you think I am. I am a foolish, foolish woman, ready to make the same mistakes over and over again. I never learned from the first one so why did you think I would learn anything this time around? All I know is lust. All I know is the passion between us during those cold nights, when all we had was our body heat to keep us warm. Our body heat which made us sweat and pant until we passed out, your body sprawled out across the bed and my body sprawled out across yours. You deceived me so beautifully, but the funny thing is how unaware of all I’ve done to you. I am not really yours. I am not really mine. I am not really here.