I cheated on you.
I'm sorry, and I'll never tell you. I love you, and I feel horrible.
But if I could go back in time I'd do it again.
It was nice having someone pay attention to me. It was nice not having someone say "I'm too busy for you, go away and maybe I'll spend time with you later, when it's more convenient for me."
It was snuggling afterwards. It was nice not having him get up instantly and say "I have things to do, so it's time for you to leave."
I told myself I'd never cheat, but I guess I knew I would all along. I was drunk, and that's not an excuse. I won't use it as one, but it made me realize how lonely I am. I guess all I needed was for someone attractive and charming to come up to me first.
Because I'm a sucker for feeling wanted.