Closure is a funny thing.Its funny because there are a thousand and one ways of obtaining it. It could be from the smallest thing like losing a t-shirt he gave you, to hearing him move in with your best friend.
I knew it took him awhile to get that from me. I knew from seeing how he still called me in the middle of the night, or randomly during the day. Wanting to know how i was and was that me he saw driving the red mini.
He could rot in hell for all i care, for if it was up to me he would never.ever.get.closure. That sorry bastard. Cheating on me while i was at my lowest.
Telling me he loved me but holding hands with that sweet little thang from Texas.
I asked him how he did it? How he managed having this relationship alongside another. How many times he did it with her and when did he took the time to see me? Did the other girl know she was the other women and did she care?
He told me, he was careless. He told me he saw me during the week and the sweet little thang on weekends. He told me he genuinely cared for me. He told me he tried telling me before. That he never lied. That he was only hiding the truth.
What a fucker. That was his argument? that was his excuse? and when i started dating Othello he still had the guts to accuse me of being unfaithful? That he said i was doing the same thing that he did to me?
Sod off i said. You were not worth the trouble anyway.
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