I see now that I've been played. Ah, the more fool me. There must be a character flaw somewhere in me or a need of mine that searches out for these sorts of people. While a part of me is angry, I am, for the most part, just quietly sad. Last night before bed, it was as if each tick second hand of the clock was a thunderclap.
Perception is such a fickle and peculiar thing.
It's been several weeks since I've talked with Re- and the silence has been consuming. I do miss you. I just don't know how to tell you and have it mean anything. Update - Yup, she's seeing that guy from the last time we talked. I realize that it's true, that I probably do love her.