30 March 2003 to 3 March 2007

I’m glad we spoke. Felt like it was the first honest conversation in the last year, or maybe even two.

I know she trusts me. I trust her too. We know each other too well to let anyone tell us otherwise.

I guess we both knew it was coming, and it wasn’t even about that girl at all.

I’m lying if I say it doesn’t hurt. I’m lying if I say I didn’t hurt her. I’m lying if I say I didn’t feel as though comfort had overwhelmed passion.

I’m lying if I say I don’t love her.

I want her to be happy. Even if it’s not with me. It will be tough not getting jealous, but I will try whatever it takes, to let her find her happiness again.


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