She took me home one evening after a show. I knew what she wanted, but I was still struggling to get over my ex-girlfriend at the time, so I pretended like I had a shortened curfew and needed to be at my house rather than hers. However, she knew that I had left my car back in the parking lot and there would be no leaving unless she said so. Therefore, I was hers for the night. It was uncomfortable, but I knew it was what I needed; I just couldn't help feeling like I still belonged to my ex. I tried forcing myself into feeling something for her, but I knew that doing so was wrong and unhealthy. Instead, someone would have to change these feelings for me in order for it to be real. Even though she was saying and doing all the right things, I just couldn't feel the connection that I was longing for. She made me feel so fucking good, but I didn't even know her and that was what made it especially difficult. I knew that it had to be someone else.