He called today. Coincidently I had been just thinking of him. We hadn’t spoken in months, almost a year now- possibly more. It is for the best. I shouldn’t think of him in that way. He has a wife and a kid, a life, a career. He doesn’t need me. If anything, I should be able to understand the betrayal of men. I couldn’t tell my butterflies to stop flapping, nor could I stop myself from pressing that green button. That buzzing call. Ring. Ring. That cry of lust. That flashing of light.
It just happened. My three minutes of happiness, in substitute for her erosion of trust. It’s pathetic really. It shouldn’t have happened, but it did.
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