The way it should be

Bill had been dating single for over three years and to be quite frank, he was absolutely fed up and sick of everybody always ranting on about how they had so much passion going on in their lives, or how they had just had a fling the night before with any women who looked easy. He was just sick to the bones of it. He wanted somebody to touch and somebody to share some passion with, or at least to be able to have a fling like the rest of the people he knew. What was wrong with him? This was what was wrong. He could not forget his first love. He knew he had rejected her because he believed she would be happier with somebody else. He could not forget how they would touch each other in an intimate way and have a hot night of passion and erotic sex. He could not even think of having a fling and the thought of the touch of another woman was sick to him because he felt as if he was betraying the love of his life. It was tragic that she had died before he ever got to admit his real feelings for her. The time when she had asked how he had felt, he had broke her heart by saying he was just playing her emotions like a cruel game and that he did not really care. When a friend asked why he said such a thing, knowing of course that he really did care, he said it was because she did not want him to be as miserable as himself. Now he was alone and had nobody. He did not even have a pet. That was how bad things were. It was all just so tragic. He wished he could turn back time, change the handles on the clock and say how he really felt, but it was not possible now. She had been burnt alive in a fire. She did not even die instantly. She died later in hospital after being in a deep coma for over three days.