Questions

What is wrong with me? Why was i not enough? Have you always loved her? You “thought” of her throughout the years. How often? And what did you think about? A reunion? An affair? A lost opportunity? The one that got away? Did you ever love me anyways? How could you really and think of her too? I would never do that to you. You say you have a lot in common. Like? How much could there be after mere month? Was it months? How long did this really go on? How long has it been since you loved me? Months? Years? How long have we been simply companions. Why didn’t I learn from the past; from experience? Do people really change? I always knew it would end this way. You proved my point. Made me psychic. And made you a liar. A cheat. A homewrecker. Where did we go wrong? When? How? Why? I can’t ask you. I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of knowing I still care. But you owe me an explanation; answers. I don’t want to know. Who have you become Could I love the new you? That’s the question that bounces around inside my head. You never told anyone the truth. The part you played. The transgressions you made. Cheater, liar. No longer a lover or friend. Amicable. Agreed to. You will never regain the respect of so many as an honest and admirable human.