Are you happy?

THERE is nothing else I'd like you to be than happy when you're with me.

This afternoon, I searched your face for some signs of real happiness. Your smiles seemed genuine lately, and I began to think that maybe you really do love me more now than you love Amy.

The thing is, that doesn't make it any less painful than knowing that there was a time when you still longed for her while you were with me.

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Maybe it would have been easier to accept if I found out that you fucked another just because you wanted to have sex. But love is a different matter altogether. It kills me to finally realize that you were still in love with her all along.