I wish I blogged more often.
I wish I blogged all those times when he was talking to her.
I wish I knew what was happening. I wish we were quarreling, and she was a pathetic outlet he was temporarily interested in.
I'm glad I didn't blog.
I'm glad I didn't have to face that painful truth of being stupidly ignorant.
How could I have been sleeping next to you, when you analyzed with her, how pretty she was.
It's over now. I hope it never happens again.
God only knows it will.
God only knows it's a matter of time before we implode.
A few weeks ago, I looked forward to spending the rest of my life with you.
Now, I wish tomorrow never comes.
