She doesn't speak another word as I

She doesn't speak another word as I leave her by herself in the guest house. I walk back to the main house and looking at the clock to see that it's half-past midnight, and most of the staff should either be at their homes or asleep. I head back to the upstairs section of my bedroom and remove my clothes once again before heading to bed. It's a shame that I'll have to possibly let her go, but when she confessed her feelings to me, it has given me something to think about. I hate thinking about things that aren't relevant to me because her presence in my life isn't relevant or necessary. I keep a certain number of women around, and when one goes, another comes in to take her place, like a rotation. I won't stop any of them from finding a man or woman who loves them, I've never been the man to hold anyone back because of selfish reasons. On that note, I have a lot of things to figure out, and these situations better not start interfering with my creative process.