In September '04 I met a shy girl sitting inside a buggy outside of Walmart reading one of my books. I often find myself badgering people in public when ever I see them reading one and this girl would be no different.
As I approached her, a group of my friends whom were drunk at the time began pointing calling her an akward name of stripper from a local club.
I sat and apologized to the girl and we talked from about 9pm to 7am we continued to go in groups the next few nights.
I did not tell her I was the writer she so dearly loved until she had question about my writing in December when I gave it to her as a gift.
We currently live together and I we deeply adore each other and her family has accepted me and often thinks of us as already married.
But I am filled with such an unsustainable feeling so great I can hardly contain it when I think about her past sexual encounters, five before myself, only one encounter completely willing.
She is greatly ashamed of them and finds no comfort in her past actions.
I do not like the idea of not loving or feeling any sort of animosity towards her for any reason, for any amount of time and now this matter is slowly becoming a fixation.
Please Help