Do you ever think about me? Do you ever think about me when you’re with her? Do you look at her mouth and think about my lipstick? Do you put your hand between her thighs as you sit close in the restaurant? Do you think about what I felt like under the silk, how I opened to your touch, your desires? Do you think about the last time you saw me and how I looked when I walked away or what you said or what I said or what difference did it make what anybody said? Your choice was made, your choice to continue with the affair as it was. Nothing has changed, you said, and that’s true—it was the same argument we had 6 months ago, and 6 months before that, the same vile twisting in my belly and brain, the same unsatisfying outcome and unanswered questions. But I changed. And I discovered that I love myself more than I love you. And now I just have to figure out how to fill the hole you carved out of my heart.
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