In response to the daily prompt Profound
I didn’t cry when you left. I told myself it was okay, it was just a casual thing. My life went on. I pretended I didn’t care, I fooled everyone into thinking I was fine, even myself. I did so many dumb things, had lots of indiscriminate sex, got married.
Yeah I said that. I did that. I told myself it was love. I even believed it for a long time.
Deep down, I knew it was wrong. But who wants to admit to such a fuck up? So life went on, I went along with it all, I wasn’t me for a long time. Looking back, I don’t know who I was. Right now, I don’t know who I am.