You've been his for years, and I respected it.
Maintained my distance.
Kept my silence.
My secret.
Until that night you came to me, disillusioned, angry and hurt.
God helps us both, but I crossed my carefully drawn line before you left, disappeared.
Now, you're back, and my need for you is a beast that hasn't been fed and has grown hungrier in the years since I've seen you.
I remind myself we can't be more than friends, that you're off-limits to me.
But it doesn't stop me from secretly craving what can never be mine.
My fantasy.
My sin.
My joy.
My regret.
My best friend's woman.
Jessie's girl.