So this morning when I got home, I felt really bad about what happened last night. At the same time, I was also excited about the very same thing. Even so, Sarah greeted me as I came in the house with a warm hug and a huge kiss. I was home. I felt guilty. I was excited. I was sad. I had a huge range of emotions all at once. Sarah was my closest friend as well as my lover, and yet I betrayed her again. Here I am accepting her hugs and kisses knowing very well the devious behavior I led behind her back. She actually cares for me, and yet I keep destroying any semblance of commitment. What made it worse was letting Sarah climb all over me on the couch as soon as I got a foot in the door. Sex as usual? With a twist. Ashley’s lip balm was still fresh on me after our early morning get-together at work. Now it’s getting rubbed off by Sarah.