I still think about it every day. I still cry about. I'm never going to forget about it. It still hurts me. I still have a hard time trusting you. Everytime I see her name or hear something mentioned about her I want to scream. I get angry. jealous. irritated. And I want to be mad at you. But then I think of what you told me afterward. How passionate you were. How the tears were streaming down your face. How much you told me you loved me. And I just want to forgive you. Wrap up in your arms and tell you its ok. But its not, it was wrong of you. But at the same time, I want to forget it ever happened. I want to erase it all. Pretend it never happened.