I know everything about you… even the parts that you refuse to tell me.
I know that you cheated on me.
It was only while we first started talking, but you refuse to let me know that you had sex more than once. Why? You lied to me about smoking as well, so I can see why you won’t. You’re afraid of me looking down upon you.
You don’t realize that lying to me is making your image lower than if I knew from your mouth.
I don’t know if I’ll ever bring it up. It might slip out of my mouth one day, and I know you’re going to deny it completely. I won’t ever win. If I try defending myself, I won’t be able to be correct with you. Because to you, it never happened.
It’s okay though. I cheated on you before I moved to be with you. That evens it out, right? It makes my conscious a little less hurtful. If it happens again (on either side), then I’m leaving you. I need someone I can trust, not someone I can’t trust to stay faithful. I don’t think you’re ready for this relationship. I don’t think you’re ready to live with me. We’re doing it though, so I guess only time will tell just how ready we are.