I have so much work to do. My room needs tidied. There are dishes to be washed. Life needs to go on, but this is too hard. What was I like before this all began? Just me.

It's easy to say to someone to get over it, to go out and just be you. Independent. It's okay at times. I can forget for a little while. But I should be seeing you right now. And what do I do in the inbetween times? Our moments?

I understand how easy it is to make that mistake now. I'm still trying to grasp why you lied about it, but I can vaguely see why. You still let yourself get into that situation though. That should never have happened. I guess love wasn't a factor back then. But there was still a commitment.

I let it happen. And I still feel commited to you.