When I first found out I was pissed, then I was sad, then I was confused, now, I want revenge.
He had the gall to embarrass me by marrying her.
At first I was graceful in congratulating him in his nuptials, I even said I was happy for him. I went to the wedding; danced, sung and made merry, even though I was screaming inside. It killed him to see me happy, and for that I kept on playing the part. After I left I cried and screamed in the privacy of a lonely apartment, that way no -one would witness my fall. I ached for weeks, hoping for a glimpse of him, without her, and then I did. He approached me tentatively, as if afraid to say anything. I gave him a big smile and gestured for him to come and speak to me. We were isolated, no-one who knew of our story was around, so we spoke freely. He asked me how I was doing. I lied. He tried to apologise. I didn't let him. He told me he wanted to be married, and I said I wasn't ready, so he married someone who was. I told him I was happy because now I could move on as well. We left and went our separate ways.
What will happen now?
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Thursday, January 7, 2010
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