You are much older than me. It started off casual, then it lead to something that we couldn’t control. I played the game I did everything you asked of me. All these rules, and you still seem to win. I kept this a secret. I knew it was mistake, but I couldn’t resist. You might have feeling for me, but I know I’m not the only one. You treat me like I don’t exist outside of the bed room. We go our separate paths, and it’s clear that I’m the *****. I am not perfect, I am to blame for this affair. I carry this pressure of guilt and regret. Look what I’ve become. I am not anyone special just the girl you ****. I lay in bed hoping for something better, but instead I’m feeling numb.