You leaned against the fence and told me about your family. I wanted to just kiss you and hug you and look at all those stupid, beautiful lights with you.
I cannot describe the emotional pain and resentment I feel towards you.
I’m not exactly sure how I’m supposed to feel.
Time and time again, I’ve written you countless five-paragraph essays of emotion to prove my devotion, taking you for a stroll down memory lane to remind you of why I stuck around. This is not one of those times.
After much soul-searching, I finally began to understand the factors that drove me to cheat.
You never hear someone being called the “other man.
Once a guy cheats on you and you forgive him, he knows he’ll keep getting away with it.
I am still unable to wrap my head around this whole thing. It angers me that someone can seem so believable and honest, when in reality, everything is actually a lie.
Never say her name.
You certainly came as a surprise.