How many more evenings alone will tell me that this isn't the right way to go?
Alone, drinking the bottle of wine we were supposed to share to celebrate my new apartment.
He won't drink with me, he is secretive, for her or for me, I don't know, possible both of us.
Thought it was love, maybe just indigestion? After a passionate half an hour he looked deep into my eyes and said, "your fun".
WOW.
No words of love were spoken.
I know what the mirror of disaproval says, I know what people would think... I do not know what is truth and what is what I want to believe.
AM I stupid?
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