Thursday, January 29, 2015
Tears
Tears.
Tears.
Tears.
Did he really love me?
Did I waste 20 years of my life with him?
Silly question, actually. I know that I did NOT waste 20 years. I know all the good stuff.
The problem lies with trying to reconcile all the bad with the good.
If he loved me, how could he do that to me?
There surely wasn’t any love involved with some of his actions.
Confusion.
Tears.
Tears.
Tears.
Walking amongst the vehicles on the lot.
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