“First there is desire, then passion. Then suspicion, jealousy, anger, betrayal! Where love is for the highest bidder there can be no trust. Without trust, there is no love! Jealousy! Yes, jealousy will drive you mad!”—
The dark curtains are rimmed with a grey light from the outside world. There’s a bottle of wine on my nightstand. I finish it in several gulps, its never enough. My sheets are black to match above, along with my chipping nail varnish. My body aches and my head swims. I am sober. I can not forget your smell, nor intoxicating voice. I shake to think of what I had for just a blink in time. Your arms held me close and I was terrified. I was happy. I was safe.