I hid. I pretended. I lied.
My life was a lie.
It wa full of cheating and things that meant nothing.
I always lived for the other side of it. When I was Gina, I wished I could be Christy—confident and outgoing and out there. When I was Christy, I wished I could be Gina—curled up in my pajamas with a tub of ice cream in front of the television, laughing with my best friend.
Either way, I was not completely happy.
The last few weeks had changed that. Being with George again reminded me of everything I’d left behind. He reminded me what it is to look into the eyes of someone who cares and smile. What it is to feel red-hot desire rushing through your veins and to feel that desi
