monogamy by the hour

Her head on a pillow and she can smell the shampoo of ten other girls. Her head on a chest and all she can smell is him, him, him. She has learned to love in a way that does not require ownership of another, that is happy to merely exist with another for short periods of time, and it does not matter who he lay with last or who she will lie with next. Only the current moment matters, and for the moment it's just them and she is safe.