The Itch

About five years ago I met her.

I knew, from the first minute, that this was an itch I'd have to scratch.

We tried to keep it platonic for a while, but it was totally futile.

She had a boyfriend.

I had a girlfriend.

Neither of us wanted out of our relationships.

But for one weekend, nothing was taboo.

I suspect that hotel room still remembers.

I know we both do.