He's not mine anymore.
He doesn't want me.
Part of me is hopeful that we'll get past this.
But part of me knows I don't deserve a second chance.
Every atom in me is screaming.
He knows about Frank.
He knows about my bad habits.
He knows everthing.
There is something in me that sighs with relief that it is finally all out.
But this guilt is rotting inside me even faster knowing how long I've been lying to him.
I think I'm sleeping at Jasmine's tonight.