It is an unsettling feeling to discover that a stranger has been living your life for the last 3 years and you knew nothing about it.
I wanted him. I wanted to be with him.
I wanted a home, and a family, and a love and a life with him.
I wanted him.
And she had everything I wanted. She had him. She shared a home, and a family, and a bed and a life with him. She had everything because she had him.
And she didn't want him.
But he didn't want me. Until he was no longer wanted by her.
Irony is a cruel, cruel master. My heart is flawed, and my spine of all sensitivity has been wrought under the pain of delusion.
They say I am young, that there is a forest yet for me to trek. But truly, tonight, I feel that it is not better to have loved and lost than never loved at all. Sometimes it is better we had never met at all.
