He sat alone at his computer looking at a blank document. The cursor just kept blinking at him, as if it was taunting him. It was ten o’clock that summer night in Los Angeles, and the rain wouldn’t stop pounding against the windows of his home. The red-haired beauty that he was fortunate to call his wife slept in their bedroom.
The cursor kept blinking and the rain kept pounding, but he couldn’t think of what to write. All the ideas he had long ago have gone and he cannot find even one. He sighed and took another bite of the poptarts lying next to his keyboard.
Then, the doorbell. Who could it be at this hour? He got up and peeked through the peephole.
She was short, blonde, and absolutely gorgeous. As soon as he saw her, a sigh rolled out of his mouth.
“Oh, God.” He opened the door. The wind blew the rain in.
“Hey, Hank,” she said. “We haven’t talked in awhile.”
“Yeah,” he said. “We haven’t, Amy.”
“May I come in? It’s cold.”
“Fine.” He moved out of the way as she went inside. After closing the door, he turned around to see her removing her raincoat and gracefully sitting on the couch.
“May I have a drink?” Amy asked.
“Sure.” He went to the kitchen and came back out with two glasses of red wine. “So, what brings you by?” Hank handed her the wine and sat down next to her.
“I wanted to say I was sorry.” She took a sip.
“Again?”
“Yeah.”
“You apologize every time, but you never learn,” Hank said. “If you were really sorry, you wouldn’t do it anymore.”
“I can’t help it,” Amy said. “Look, the truth is that I still love you, Hank.”
“Did you ‘love me’ while you were off sleeping with Ben? How about with Jack, or Phil?”
“I’m sorry I treated you terribly. I want to be with you again.”
“After all the times you’ve cheated on me, and have come running back over and over again, how am I supposed to believe you?”
“This time it’s genuine.”
“You say that every time,” Hank said. “Maybe I’m the fool. I always forgive you.”
“You won’t have to forgive me again. This time I’m serious.”
“Did you use that one on John? Zach?” 
“I thought you loved me.”
“I do. But, we can’t be together. I have a wife now, and she’s even more amazing than you. I love her as well, and will not break her heart.”
“But, you’re breaking my heart. Don’t you love me?”
“As much as I love her.” He finishes his wine and sets it down.
“Why won’t you break her heart then?”
“Because, she’s never broken my heart, and never will. You’ve played with and beaten my heart time and time again. How am I supposed to believe in you anymore?”
“But, Hank, honey,” she said. Her arm extends out to his bicep and rubs it slowly. A tear rolls down her cheek. “We could be together forever. I promise this time. We’ll get a house on the beach and live isolated, just the two of us, for the rest of our lives. Haven’t you always wanted that?”
“Of course I have,” Hank said. “And, I always will want that. But, it’s never going to happen. You’ll always cheat on me. You only come back to me when someone dumps you. Once I cheer you up, you’re back on your knees for other guys again. And, I won’t take it anymore. I’m sorry, and it hurts me to say no to a woman that I dearly love, but this is the way it is.”
“Hank, please.”
“You have caused me so much pain. But now, I have a wife. And, you are unhappy.”
“Hank.” Tears roll down her soft, angelic face.
“Please, leave. It’s better for the both of us.”
“Hank.”
“Go.”
There was a moment of silence until Amy wiped her tears, and started towards the door.
“Hey, Amy,” Hank said.
“What?” She turns around, hoping that he changed his mind.
“Thank you,” Hank said. “The pain you will always give me makes me who I am.”
Amy stared at him, confused, and then said, “Goodbye, Hank.”
“Goodbye.”
She walked out of the door. The rain started dying down. Hank turned to a corner of a hallway.
“She’s gone.” Once Hank said that, his wife came around the corner in her pajamas and stared at him.
“So, that was Amy.”
“Yeah, that was her.”
“Do you really still love her, after everything she’s done to you?”
Hank took a moment, and then said, “Yes, shamefully and disgustingly, I still love Amy. I always will. At a time, she was my best friend. My love for her will never die.” He started walking towards her. “However, I’ll never love her as much as I love you, Katherine.”
Katherine smiled and hugged him. “I’m glad you feel that way. Our love will never be trampled by her.”
“Indeed.”
Katherine turned to go back to bed, while Hank headed back to his computer. He came to a halt when he heard her voice once more.
“Hey, Hank. I want you to remember something.”
“What?”
“She ain’t a catch, hon.” She turned the corner and entered their bedroom.
He returned to the taunting cursor, and the ideas came back again.