It was not a conversation, as much as me looking for reinforcement for the decision.
It didn’t matter what she said, unless it was one thing. I knew there was no way it would be said.
And it wasn’t said, and I left.
I’ve had too many of these moments. There is no pride in any of it. Only one thing: I know to have them now, before any real feelings are invested. I came close to investing something real – I so much wanted to, but there are a million like her. Prettier and smarter and more loving, even.
I have to keep believing that. I just hate believing that, because I didn’t get into this for the best woman possible.
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