I believe that if I should die
And you were to walk near my grave,
From the very depths of the earth
I would hear your footsteps.

I can't help but wonder why he ever came near me again. Let sleeping dogs lie and all that. We both knew it was over, that we might have loved each once and perhaps we still did, but our lives had moved on. At least mine had. Briefly.

And all that BULLSHIT about how attractive he thought I was, that YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL text, that email that told me exactly how beautiful he thought I was...it was all lies.

And that's not an assumption I'm making because I do think I'm ugly; I know he was lying to me because I can guarantee he was saying the same things to Katharine at the same time.

Plain, dull, pasty Katharine. Katharine, who even though she knew me and was friends with me and had spoken to me many times in the past and had laughed with me over silly jokes and who I liked and thought I could trust...Katharine thought it was appropriate to lure my boyfriend to a deserted villa in the Italian mountains and seduce him.

Katharine who was a virgin, who had never even kissed a man before. Katharine who used those facts to hold onto him, saying that she gave herself to him thinking he would be with her forever. Lies. She had no moral reasoning for still being a virgin at the age of twenty eight; merely that she had never found anyone who was interested in her.

And yes, I am aware that I'm being a cow.

I think all that anger is currrently being redirected at Katharine.