You came over that night I was upset and kissed me. I asked you if, in that moment, I could be anyone else? You said no, and we had sex. You said I was beautiful and called me babe, and said you’d thought about doing this, wanted to do it again and would see me later. And then nothing. We were joking about playing a game, I said only if you wanted to, and you said you did. And then nothing. I jibed about dinner plans from long ago. You said they were still possible. And then nothing. And last night, I sent you a message to say I wanted to talk, we did, and you said it meant nothing.
And now I’m hurting.