It’s been a few weeks now since I found out that you cheated on me.
If you would have asked me then where I would be now I would have told you somewhere in a club grinding on some chick. Yet, I decided to give you a second chance. A chance to make up for what you did, a chance to take our relationship to heights it could never attain.
In my eyes, if we can survive something as damaging as infidelity, there really isn’t much that could end us. Yet, it’s hard. Every day I worry about where you are, what you’re doing, who you’re talking to, and I freak out every time you take longer than 15 minutes to answer a text.
I’m so on edge, I’ve never felt so vulnerable and alone, so loved, yet unloved, so appreciated, yet thrown away. It’s a roller coaster, one that you have only seen a few times, because I keep it so carefully hidden from you, because I know that I have to move forward, and bringing up the past won’t help with that. Yet, it’s not something that you just heal from, and you’ve hurt me more than you’ll ever know.
But, I love you. More than anything in the world, and I think that you are truly sorry for what you did. If I felt any differently, you’d be single and I would probably be enjoying this city. These last few weeks have been amazing, it’s almost like a relationship renaissance, a rebirth of what we had, a chance to go where we would never be able to go without something drastic. I guess what you did was it.
They say, things happen for a reason. I think it’s true. Whether we work out or not, I’ll be a better person from it all. Because it takes a true man to forgive someone who so happily threw away everything he worked so hard to build and maintain.
I mean, if you can do that. You can do anything.
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