Musing

All they see is the glam, but all she feels are the tears running down her cheeks. Suddenly, after all that, it’s over. She had no more nights with him, lost every morning next to him. The memory can be erased, the past can be let go.

Two and two seems to be a man’s magic number because committing to one isn’t ever enough. Can never have too much and apparently two girlfriends is prime.

Even when she gets what she wanted in the end. The sadness from knowing he’d betray her in the way that hurts most is worse than any other feeling. She wanted him to find someone else, not her twin sister.

She couldn’t say it was the end. She didn’t want to say it was the end. Perhaps he was just an extended interlude. This couldn’t be the end; it was only the beginning. They had only shared 365 days together. And if it was the end, why would she hurt so much when he only held her for one year?