S'more Than a Feeling

<p><strong><em>I think I just slept with Mr. Perfect. Too bad he turned out to be my brother's best friend.</em></strong></p><p><br></p><p>The tattooed stranger rode a motorcycle while helping me collect stray cats. My boots gave me blisters and he carried me on his back. I needed help and he didn't ask questions before assisting me. Could there be a more perfect man? It just made sense to lick him and claim him as mine right then and there.</p><p><br></p><p>I probably should have asked him more questions before we slept together.</p><p><br></p><p>Like what's your last name? Where've you been living before moving here to my hometown? Is my older brother your best friend?</p><p><br></p><p>You know. Those kinds of questions.</p><p><br></p><p>But sadly I didn't. And now I'm staring at two pink lines and Mr. Perfect is nowhere to be found leaving me brokenhearted and on my own. Even though I love my son with every fiber of my being he's also a daily reminder that I've made the worst mistake of my life. </p><p><br></p><p>It's only years later when Mr. Perfect shows up in town again that I begin to see that I was never in love with him back then.</p><p> </p><p>But I might be now.</p>