Forgive Me, Katherine

"... the water trickled it's way down my face, driplets splashing into the sink and washing away any hint of guilt and shame. I peered over my shoulder and noticed her laying there, her blonde hair sticking to her shoulders and her skin glistening from perspiration. She, however, laying beside me tonight wasn't my wife. She wasn't the woman I had vowed my life to, she was a mistress. I asked for forgiveness in the mirror that night, I begged the heavens to forgive me for the things that I had done. The things I wanted to do again, and again..."