I'm falling
apart right now.
Sitting here, the bedroom's freezing cold.
This time last night, you were here, we were holding hands. You
told me you loved me, and I believed you - I actually believed
you. You acted so... casual. We were so
comfortable in the most lazy way imaginable.
Honestly, I could not have had a better evening. But then you
left, your face was twisted, like you had sprained your
ankle.
"Are you okay, beautiful?"
"Mm, fine."
They were the last words you said before you walked out the door
into the freezing rain. (You didn't have an umbrella or a
jumper, either).
Later, my phone buzzed.
'hey
can you call me?'
I rang, I rang and rang until your sleepy, constantly sympathetic
voice picked up.
"I
have something to tell you, and I need you not to freak out,
because I didn't mean to do it. It just...
happened."
"What just happened?"
"I cheated on you?"
"How many times?"
"Twice."
I'm so in love, it physically hurts. And now I'm here,
wondering what to do. I'm so sick to my stomach with
sadness.