I stole a girlfriend, and I’m not sorry.

I stole someone’s girlfriend. I’m not proud. It was wrong. It was a confusing time in my adult life. It got me out of a really lonely patch of my life. I’m not trying to frame myself as a victim here. I was 100% complicit. I was the other person, but I’m not the villain. It was a wild time. I’m not sorry. I’m never gonna be sorry. <br><br>Back in 2018, I was having an extremely lonely time of my life. I had just moved to a new city for work, and was alone. I had no friends, and I was starting to lose my mind. I went on Bumble to find dates, and to meet friends. That’s when I met her. She was so beautiful. I swiped her by accident, before I realized she was in a relationship. Then the app made me match with her. I thought it was fate. I remember giggling out loud when I saw her face pop up on the screen.<br><br>For the first week or so of talking, we just talked about how it was so surreal that we matched. It was so crazy. We both agreed to be friends so that we could get to know each other. I didn’t like the idea of dating someone in a relationship, but I wanted to get to know her. She was interesting, funny, and smart. My kind of woman. We both agreed to hang out as soon as possible. <br><br>She was in a “friends with benefits” kind of situation with her “boyfriend.” She didn’t love him, and the relationship was already dead. They were sexually exclusive with each other, but were allowed to stay involved with other people. They even had absolution from cheating. Sounds weird, but I was happy to oblige. We hung out a few times at first. No kissing. No touching. No sex. We were just two friends exploring the city. <br><br>I talked to her about my past relationships, and she sympathized with me. She listened to me. I had a lot to talk about. I had recently left a toxic relationship that I was in for 5 years, and was still healing the wound. I was so touched that she listened to me. It felt like she cared. <br><br>I got closer to her. I wanted to kiss her so bad. I wanted to hold her hand. I wanted to tell her how beautiful she was. I told her how much I liked her. She liked me back. She told me that she wished she could date me. She told me that she would rather be single and date me, than be in this dead relationship. She didn’t know what to do. I told her that she should do what makes her happy. I told her to leave him. She laughed and said that it was too complicated. She said that they had been friends for so long, and she couldn’t leave him. I told her that she was his friend, but she wasn’t my friend. I told her that I couldn’t let this go on and watch her waste her time any longer. She was too good for him. I was too into her. <br><br>She kissed me. I was so happy. I pulled away. I told her that she needed to make a choice. I told her that if she didn’t leave him, I couldn’t keep seeing her. I couldn’t be with her until she was single. She said that she would leave him. I hugged her. I held her. I lifted her up in my arms. I told her how proud I was of her. She told me how much she liked me. She told me that she was so happy to be free. She told me that she was mine now. She was so happy. <br><br>We went back to my apartment that night. I took her to my bed. I couldn’t wait any longer. We fucked for the first time that night, and it felt amazing. She was so beautiful. She was so wet. She was so ready. I was so hard. I had to put my hands over her mouth to quiet her down. I didn’t want to wake up the neighbors. I had never cum so hard in my life. It was amazing. I was in her bed almost every night after that. <br><br>Her ex-boyfriend was from a wealthy family, and he was very spoiled. He never worked a day in his life. Every time I saw texts from him on her phone, I got angry. He would leave passive aggressive comments on her social media posts. He would send her pics of him in his sports car. He would send her pics of him on his expensive boat. She told me that he wasn’t a good person, and that she made a mistake when she started seeing him. She said that he was arrogant, and that he only talked about himself. She told me that he never cared about her. He only cared about himself. She told me that she was so happy to be mine. <br><br>I was so proud when I called her my girlfriend. I was never so happy in my life. She was so beautiful. She was so smart. She was so funny. She was so charming. She was so innocent. It was the first time that I had ever been in a relationship where everything felt so right. I was so happy. I was so proud. <br><br>She’s still my girlfriend 5 years later. I’m so lucky. I’m the luckiest man alive. I never thought that I would be this happy. I love her. I love her so much. She’s everything to me. She’s my best friend. She’s my soulmate. She’s my queen. I want to marry her. I want to be with her forever. I’m so happy. I’m so lucky. <br><br>So yeah, I stole a girlfriend. It was wrong, but I’m not sorry.