A wise woman once told me that we always want what we can’t have, and when we get it, the appeal wears off.
Just think back to being a child and yearning with every fiber of your being for that shiny new toy. Remember that feeling?
Now, remember the excitement coursing through you when you finally got it, when you finally held it in your hand. And now, suddenly it isn’t something you can’t have any more.
He was my shiny new toy.
A taken man.
My forbidden secret.
