It’s been a year, and the thought of you still pisses me off. Not because you broke my heart, I’m over that. But because you used me to make you cheating husband jealous, and to fix your marriage.
Your excitement still rings in my ears every time we talked on the phone. The hunger, I saw in your eyes for me, haunts my dreams sometimes. And I wake up feeling betrayed all over again.
I’d come to realize that I wasn’t mourning you. Not having the life, I thought we would’ve had, made me sad.