It’s a blatant mistake to fall for someone who’s already taken simply because he’ll never be able to give what you hope for: his heart.
Sometimes second chances work out and it’s amazing. Other times it’s…less amazing.
You share secrets with him…and only him.
“I ended up in the hospital after my hair caught fire.”
As I left, you gave me your number and kissed me at the door. That was my first mistake, to take the number of a should’ve been a one-night stand.
If you cheat, what you’ve really done is said, “I don’t love you. I never loved you. I never respected you. I never cared for you. All of this was a lie.”
We spent the greater part of an hour discussing how and why her ex husband’s underwear was still in her hamper.
Truth be told, after awhile, we sometimes believe our own lies. See, when you’re with someone so long, you assume that love can still exist even if the passion isn’t there.
But love should be treated as a verb, not a noun. Love shouldn’t be about complacency or settling.
I know that on some level, it wasn’t my fault. Maybe I don’t have to feel this guilty. But I’m still here, and that is my fault. There is nothing that I can say to you that excuses it.
I can’t hate you. I can’t be the slightest bit mad at you, actually. You saved me from years of heartbreak, years of what I could have wasted on a boy who didn’t actually love me.