She sat there quietly on her couch, waiting. She sits there every night waiting for him. She loved him so much but she didn't quite know how to tell him. After all, he didn't love her for her. He only loved her body and what he can do to it. She heard a car door slam shut and the honk of the horn, locking the car door. She closed her book calmly and began to head to the door. She waited until he's footsteps were close enough to open the door. She opened the door and the man walked in right on time. She closed the door locking it behind her and turned to the man to take his jacket. She hung up the jacket and went to get him a drink while he sat down on the couch, clearly exhausted from his place of work. The woman came back with whiskey on the rocks for her love. He grabbed the cup and drank it all in one sip. He felt the alcohol hit him and pull the woman on top of his lap. He began to kiss her lips softly the slowly got more rough with it. He moved down her neck getting a small groan out of the woman. She knew that this was going to be a very long night. She woke up early in the morning and looked around to see where she gone to. She was naked in the mans bed. She knew that she needed to take some medicine because he didn't even try to use protection. She slowly and quietly got up and went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. She always did this so she didn't upset her love. After she was done getting dressed, she headed down the stairs to the kitchen and started cooking for him. She started wondering what her life was before she met the man she loves the most. She didn't have the best life, but it could've been better.