Saturday, March 19, 2005
I saw it it in your eyes. I knew you were keeping something from me. I’m glad you’ve let it out. The longer it would have taken you to tell me, the harder it would have been for me to deal with it.
Get ready, you’re running late. Wear your finest dress. Take your coat and an umbrella, in case it rains. When you see him, smile so that that he doesn’t suspect you’ve been crying. While he makes love to you, I’ll be busy here — at home — trying to suppress my jealousy as I pack up my things and wonder why he has taken from me my most precious gem.
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