Too Late to Choose Me

My childhood sweetheart finally gave up his playboy ways, claiming he would love only one woman for the rest of his life.

But that woman wasn’t me, the girl who had waited ten years for him.

Fighting back tears, I pushed him away when he leaned in to kiss me again and asked as calmly as I could:

“Is she prettier than me? Does she have a better body?”

He caught my chin and kissed me until he’d had his fill. Only then did he shake his head and casually reply:

“No. But she’s more useful. Love is just a distraction. My career is my life.”