My entire life has felt incomplete. To know me and see me, you'd think I had it all. Fame, fortune, stunning good looks, a woman (or three) in my bed any time I wanted. And it was a great show for a long time. Until I realized what I was missing. Watching my best friend and the love of his life reunite and become a family only exposed the glaring hole in my perfect reality. But what I want is contrary to the perfect visual. It's taboo. And it could tear everything we have apart. I should let it go. But how do I give up what will truly make me happy now that I know I never truly was before?