It's amazing how somedbody can call you after weeks of silence and make it sound like there was but a day or two between your last conversation and this one. But I haven't forgotten. I count every day that seperates me from that person. And here is this porson, cheeky enough to pretend that everything is just fine.
Somehow I'm not so sorry for cheating anymore.
But then...
"I love you."
He said it for the first time. Well he's said it a few times, but not directly. Usually it was me who said it first and he'd say "me too", and that was it. Yesterday, he said it himself. It took me by surprise. In fact, I was so shocked that I forgot to be glad. I didn't know what to think. But then I felt really happy. Because no matter how angry I was at him, he'd finally said it. He probably just said it to placate me. It worked, of course. Deep down, I'm a simple person, despite everything. So easy to read. Sometimes I wish it were different. But sometimes, like now, I'm glad about it, because it made him say the words.
I may sound naive, but it's true. Like everyone else, I want to be loved. And because I want to, I believe him.
/P.
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