You don’t know it yet, but I saw you kissing her. It won’t work to tell me she was a friend. The embrace was between lovers or two people soon to be. When you get home tonight, I won’t be here, at least not for a few days. Not sure what happens after that. L.E.
I think you still love me,
but we can’t escape the fact
that I’m not enough for you.
I knew this was going to happen.
So I’m not blaming you for falling in love
with another woman. I’m not angry, either.
I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain.
A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine
how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.
Haruki Murakami
