And this is where it's freaky - this was written about a week or two before the whole thing happened.
54.
Silence fills the hotel room as I replay the memory I have of that one night that changed everything. It takes a while for him to speak.
"You think my career is more important than you?"
I shake my head. "Now that I know that you love me, I'd say I'm about on the same level as your career. I know you love what you do and that you wouldn't trade it for the world. Your words," I smile. "And I just… I didn't want to be the one that caused you to ruin your career."
"What about the pictures?"
"Perfect timing," I reply. "They're fake, of course. The miracles of Photoshop these days. But they sure looked real and it was good enough excuse for me to use it as the reason why we couldn't be together anymore. I was actually a little grateful."
He shakes his head. "So I was right, you never did cheat on me."
I smile some more. "Thank you for your rock solid faith in me. That feels better than you could ever imagine."
"Always."
