I was writing a love letter today, and I thought about what it must be like to be in a long-term relationship that you’re not satisfied with. And then I thought, I really don’t know what that’s like: the pain, the disappointment. I only know vicariously.
Before we broke-up, I could tell that my boyfriend for 2 years wasn’t happy and wanted to move on. Really, it broke me. Only recently have I truely forgiven him [I hope he knows this]. Now, I’m beginning to think that there isn’t a ‘forever’ with one person. No one person to share my entire life with, only a diary that I keep of my torrid affairs.
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