“I was petrified. I thought for sure the guitarist was your boyfriend.”
No. . . No he was not.
You were to be.
You asked me to love you infinitely.
I was planning on it.
Why the fuck do you think I saved just about everything that you sent me? Gave me?
No answer, I know. Silence is your safe harbor.
Silence is your denial.
Silence is pretending that I deserved to be destroyed . . .that I asked for your betrayal.
Silence is wiping away what we shared.
Silence tells me that you don’t care how deeply your infidelity damaged me.
Silence . . .
I’ll never know it again.