Thoughts swirled around in my head until I felt physically sick. Flashes of skin on skin entered my mind as I tried desperately to sleep. I remember I used to wonder if it was him you were thinking about every time you were with me.
Suspicion, jealousy, anger and betrayal – they all added up, until all I could feel was hatred…
But I couldn't even be certain my hatred was genuine, there was nothing I could rely on – It was all theory… just something I'd made up in my head… I wasn't sure of myself anymore – I wasn't sure of anything.
Looking back on it now, it all seems so ridiculous…
I hope you don't regret it, and I hope you don't look back…
But at the time, I couldn't take the jealousy…
I don't think about 'us' anymore, or at least I try not to.
And I just know; that every time you sleep with him, you can't help but think of me.
I know I was wrong to hate you for it, because I can't say I was perfect…
But I just wish it could have lasted longer…