I walked into this year looking for love. Got sidetracked by lust and ended up with a bruised heart. Rattled. Confused. Back at square one.
He walks on, feeling nothing, like nothing ever happened. A family man.
The worst part isn’t that he won’t love me. I never expected him to. The worst part is his silence. Because I thought I was more than a body. I thought I was his friend. I expected some respect. Some compassion.
Yes, that’s it. A little compassion.
On the other hand. How could I ever expect respect and compassion from a man who betrays his wife?