I Cheated Once

I cheated once, on the love of my life. It was a grave mistake that I didn't even mean. In my drunken state the other women had looked just like her. I had been so overwhelmed with sadness and feelings of missing her that I had jumped on the chance to kiss her. One kiss, one time. I didn't tell my love at first. I didn't want to hurt her so I pretended that everything was okay, and it was for awhile. Until the guilt started eating away at me. I looked at her smile and although it was beautiful it only filled me with sadness. Eventually I told her what I had done. She was hurt. She cried for days and while I tried to comfort her she only pushed me away. She didn't want my pathetic attempt at fixing things. It killed me as I saw the bounce in her step missing and the excitement in her eyes now left vacant. To this day I will never forget the way she looked at me. Like I was a monster. And I believed that I was. I had the power to hurt her and I did. But I also hurt myself. I lost the love of my life, my happiness, and everything in between. When you cheat you don't only hurt the other person, you damage yourself too.