If I don't tell anyone . . does it mean it didn't happen? If I tell you . . will you think I'm crazy?
He told me that he loved me. I wanted him and he wanted me.
So I thought. Seems he told a lot of women the same story.
I bought it ~ hook, line, and sinker. Or sucker, I should say.
When I confronted him, he laughed. Said he didn't do it. Said it was just a pack of lies.
I wanted to believe him. But I knew better than to take him at his word.
I had him followed. To her house.
I didn't need to. Have him followed.
She called me. To brag. Said it was too bad that he didn't love me the way he loved her.
I cried. But it didn't help. What I wanted was for him to tell me that he loved me. That he was sorry.
And he will. Just wait.
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