Fickle is love

Some say love is a fickle thing. I only think that's true when you don't know what you're looking for. That's like me. I guess you could say I root for both sides. My name, is Nadia. You may not have understood what I said about rooting for both teams, so I'll just come out and say it. Oh god, do I really have to? Oh, alright. I'm a bisexual. Yeah, that's right. I love women AND men.1

In my lifetime, I've loved countless men. But only one woman. I still love her today. I constantly wonder if she reached her dreams of becoming a writer. I often search her name on google, just to be sure I don't miss a single book she may have written. You may call it an obssesion, I call it finding the one. It all started in university.2

Me and my boyfriend at the time had a band. Don't ask me the name, I was too baked all the time to remember. We were probably the biggest thing on campus. That is, before our drum player dropped out. That jerk wanted us to crash and burn, he even admitted it after we found a new drum player. But that's another story.3

We held auditions. And let me tell you, none of these guys could play to save their lives. Except one. Her name, was Tanya. And we had amazing chemistry on stage. One night, after a show at the campus bar, istead of saying by and schedueling the next pratice, I went with her to her appartment. We opened a bottle of wine.4

Usually in a story like this, you'd think we got drunk and had some fun in her bed. I could tell you that, but it'd be a lie..........5

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We were sober.9

We made love together all night. She was strong, too much for me. I was begging to stop but she wasn't even breaking a sweat. That was the last time I saw my beloved Tanya. She transferred to a different university in Alberta.10

Still, sometimes as I lay in bed next to my husband. Who is a wonderful man, don't get me wrong. But I remember that night and wonder: Does she ever think of me?