So today, somebody told me that you cheated on me with another girl. I think you’ve destroyed so many parts of me that there’s nothing left for you to break. It didn’t hurt so much this time. I just wish you could have had the decency to tell me. I read this thing once, it said “I’m going to have to wonder every day why I was not good enough”.
Except I think I was good enough. I think I was worth staying loyal. And it’s okay if you thought otherwise.