I think about you and you think about her
I’m laying alone in my bed, I am adored. It’s what I’ve always wanted and yet... you cross my mind. I think about all of the men who came after you, so that I could forget you.
I think about the way I experience love right now... how beautiful it is. How you ruin even this for me.
I can’t muster up enough vitriol to be angry at unrequited love.
I wonder if this is what it’s like for people. In seemingly happy marriages. They remember that time they loved so deeply that it hurt.
