He was my everything. I loved him. For over twenty years. And everyone knew, including him. But he never loved me back. Not once. Not ever. So I moved on. Until now. Now he's back, and wants to make me his. He's everything I've ever wanted. I should be happy. But there's one problem. My fiancé.

People here think they know me. They assume things about me because of the way I dress and my tattoos. I am so much more. I thought you saw that. So, I let you in. You made it easy to fall for you. Turns out I was the only one falling. I hope you're happy. No, that's a lie and you're better than I am at telling those.

He doesn't love me. Our relationship wasn't supposed to have strings. Now he's almost all I think about. He changed everything. I'm not ready to tell him. There's a chance he'll blame me when I do. I don't know if I can trust him but I'm afraid to face the future alone. Will he ever love me, or will he always love me not?