Zane awoke that next morning, his eyes fixated upon the bed beside him where the outline of his lover still remained. Where he should have been full of peace and admiration, Zane was left feeling defeated; but not for the reasons that would be expected. Such a reason would include poor performance or a quick ejaculation, but instead, it had been from the note left on her side of the bed-on her pillow, instead of the beautiful woman who had written it.
“Zane, I hope one day you can find a way to forgive me.” His heart broke to the opening line of the letter, knowing that this had been a goodbye before he even had a chance to even have a hello.
“If circumstances were different, I would be the luckiest woman in the world to be able to spend each and every night with you. But things cannot
