by Kat
He doesn’t believe me anymore.
Not since my Affair.
Everything we do, everything he says, is tainted by It.
A hundred times I’ve begged him to forgive. Maybe even forget.
But he wont.
Tonight, he was on his way out to the bar:
“Have fun,” I said.
“No.” He shook his head. “You have fun.”
Sunday, July 19, 2009
The Affair
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