#texted me

And you were there, doing things I believed you had done while you were away.  But I would always replay the approach, again and again, on this cobblestone passageway, me sliding up it to see you in this house where you were attending to another’s personal care.  And I asked a friend of yours who also was betrayed by this if you and him were intimate, and she said yes, and then this replayed over and over again. I asked her for her number to call. It started with 300 as an area code. I walked away from the house at least five times, and each time, something was different, sometimes I was alone, sometimes I met people back on the cobblestone passageway to approach again.  Sometimes, I was in a field, almost like the sound of music, and me and the betrayed friend and others were just standing there, dead inside, and sometimes flailing like there was no care in the world. I consciously repeated these.  I know I did, regardless of the outcome. Because I wanted something to just come out right. I believe my subconscious stirred because you texted me then left me hanging, as if I pushed you away.  You never seemed to respect my time, but always filled in the spaces between the lines that I never filled with anything but sincerity. That’s why I’ve always doubted yours.