I’m Sitting here across from you, as you are talking to your ex. You have a little girl together and I know I do not have that type of connection with you. You’re affection has dwindled and I wonder what I’ve done or haven’t done to push you away. It hurts. You talk to her so sweetly, with a manner I’ve never received. I’m sitting here and I wonder if you really love me. Or if you still love her. She’s hurt you, but could you still be in love? Your face flushes as you speak. I think there is something there still that I cannot make you forget. How could you? She gave you a little girl. I’ve given you nothing. And I probably never will. Do you feel sorry for me? Because I do, but I still stay. Would you go back to her? I wonder. I wonder if you will ever be more affectionate or allow yourself to love me the way you love or loved her. “I’ll never get married” “I don’t want anymore kids”. You knock these things out of my reach because she ruined it for you. Maybe she wasn’t the right one. Obviously. So why take that away from me. But still I say. And I’m starting to wonder why…

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