After 9 years and some months I reached my tipping point. It was so simple really. I didn’t even know that was my tipping point until it happened. I asked you a simple question: “Why if you are happily engaged and on your way to getting married are you still seeing me, why are you been intimate with me?”. And your answer was simple: “I don’t know”. Maybe it was the mocking tone in your voice, maybe it was the fact that I always justified everything I did with you because I love you, perhaps I half-expected you to tell me that you’re desperately unhappy with her that you are marrying her only because you cannot be with me. In the least I expected you to tell me you did it because you were still in love with me.
But when you said you didn’t know it was like all the fog and complications and everything else fell away and I could see see and feel clearly.
Maybe at some point in the 9 years you did love me, perhaps I meant something.
But in that moment you lost me.