Friday, February 7th, 2014

I finally understood why it bothered me so much. It wasn't because of what you said, nor because you mentioned her. The dreadful moment I've been awaiting had arrived at last. The moment I would do something and she would be the one in your thoughts. I spent hours thinking of how many times she replaced me in your mind and in your heart. How many times you kissed me and recalled her lips? How many times you touched me and reminded how smooth she felt? How many times you pressed your lips together to stop her name from calling me? The questions I could never ask. Afraid of what will hurt more. The ugly truth or the sweetest of lies.