It seems I'm compelled to write to the men and women that betrayed their Loves, lives, and selves directly.
SpaghettiSam asks, "What has changed in this person so that the next time a crisis occurs or they aren’t feeling loved and special they don’t opt to go fuck another person?"
Shit can turn on a dime.
I long for the chance to show C what is under the armor. I long for the chance to explore what C and I could create together...but that life is dead.
Seven years in a few seconds. She laughed. She smiled. She loved me. I loved her.
What did she love about me? I brought this out in her?