I’m an asshole. I never sleep with the same woman twice. I don’t do strings and always leave a trail of broken hearts behind me. I let few people close to me and those that I did, are my brothers. Except for one. There was something different about her but I still couldn’t change my ways. There comes a time though where even the strongest of people need to walk away. I never thought I would see the day where I lost what mattered to me most. It was that cliche saying, “you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone”, but when your past rules your present, are you really capable of change? I’d been holding on to something for so long when I should have been letting it go. Now, I had to try and stop her from closing that door for good.