My questions are being answered... one by one... but unfortunately, none of the answers are coming from you.

I need all the answers from you.

This is wrong. Totally wrong.

And what the hell is not talking going to do?

It won't make it any better, I can guarantee that one.

Maybe its nothing, but maybe its something.

It is something to me. I know that I told you it wasn't, and that statement was true before all of this occured.

But I do have to say that I didn't expect this from you.

Worst part is that I'm not even supposed to know.

That won't work.
I find out. You should know that by now. I have my connections, hun.

So even if you don't inform me of everything, I learn it all.
It all comes with time.

But the more time that passes with this situation, the more it hurts.

Before, I refused to use that word. Hurt. Because going into it, I told myself that I wasn't going to get hurt.
... that I was prepared.

But it came too soon.
Way too soon.

I wasn't ready.

But it's alright, because I will be fine.

...and we will be fine.

Nothing has changed, right?

Nothing happened.

That's a lie.
It happened.

But I guess the question is if it will ever happen again.

I can't answer that right now, because I just don't know.

I would love to be able to say that it won't happen again... ever.
But I really have no idea.

It will all happen eventually. We have established that.
It will... eventually.

Just let me get over all of this first, please.




*Just give me a little time.*