Tonight, Zach has once again brought me to a point where I have to betray my conscience. Every feeling residing within me, is on a nasty over time, right now- as he asks, no, DARES me to deny this.
It is difficult- gut wrenching difficult. But I am not giving up my physical intimacy in a weak, emotional moment, for someone who needs me, but doesn't love me.
Right now, in his embrace, my skin singed against his, my heart thudding against his chest, I do feel loved. Wanted. Desired.
But then the s***h of reality comes crashing down on me, that it's all because he is drunk. He'll most probably not feel this way tomorrow.
The first kiss that we had, was when he was fully conscious and the way it had ended was heartbreaking. But I can't have this intense, this- passionate, this meaningfu
