I can’t promise you a perfect relationship, but what I can promise you is this- if you are willing to try, I’m staying.
If you were in a different body, would you have the same personality?
Fuck You for cheating on me. Fuck you for reducing it to the word cheating. As if this were a card game, and you sneaked a look at my hand. Who came up with the term cheating, anyway? A cheater, I imagine. Someone who thought liar was too harsh. Someone who thought devastator was too emotional. The same person who thought, oops, he’d gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Fuck you. This isn’t about slipping yourself an extra twenty dollars of Monopoly money. These are our lives. You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned.
It never occurred to me that we were too distant. But then I realised that I was standing on a skyscraper and you were on the ground. We could see each other but anything I tried to tell you, no matter how hard I screamed, was lost in the wind.
You can be in a relationship for two years and feel nothing; you can be in a relationship for 2 months and feel everything. Time is not a measure of quality; of infatuation, or of love.