I opened the door to my apartment and stepped inside, slamming it shut behind me. The images of Faith and Jimmy groping at one another were still playing and re-playing in my brain.

I leaned back on the door and ran my hands through my hair. The very thought of that slimy jag-off touching my partner was more than I cared to think about. AND she was drunk too...that made it worse. Faith just didn't do that sort of thing.

It seemed to me that I was doing a whole lot of worrying about things I couldn't control, so I decided to grab another beer and sit on it.

My fridge definitely needed a good cleaning, I noted to myself as I rifled through the contents, coming up with a nice cold Corona. I kicked the door shut with my foot and proceeded into the livingroom.

There was a movie on tv about a man, Louis and a woman, Marigold, who worked together on the subway, who were in love with each other for years, but wouldn't admit it. They were together day in and day out, working side by side and hiding those feelings. In the end, he ended up confessing his love to her when she fell onto the tracks and just before she got run over, he got down on his hands and knees and yelled it to her. He couldn't reach her, but she died knowing that his love for her would go on, even into eternity.

I wondered what Faith would do if I ever told her I loved her. Would she laugh in my face? Would she tell me she loved me back? Just like Louis and Marigold, would I confess my deepest feelings for her to tell me she loved me too? At that moment, I realized that I really was chasing an impossible dream. Faith didn't love me. If she did, she wouldn't be going home with Jimbo.

The phone rang, interrupting my reverie. I looked over at the clock. It was 2:30 in the morning. I looked at the call display and quickly picked it up.

"Ya?"

"Bosco?"

"Sarah?"

"Hi, sorry it's late but I'm just finishing up here and I...um...I missed you tonight. Can I come over?"

"I'd like that. Use the key I gave you. See you in a few, babe." I said, hanging up the phone.

It was like fate brought a cold hand and ran it across my shoulders. My eyes opened and I saw what I had in front of me. She was it. She was the one I needed to spend my life with. It was time to stop chasing the dream.

I could spend the rest of my life pining away for Faith, or I could just forget about it and start a new life with Sarah. My 30th birthday was coming up and I decided that by 12:00 on that night, I would have made a final decision on what direction I was going to go.

It seemed to me that loving two women should have been easy, but it wasn't. The constant struggle was wearing me down and I knew I needed to give one up. I knew which one.