Exposed At The Altar
Was he thinking of me, or was I just a ghost in his mind, a shadow of a fight that had passed?
I didn’t have answers, and that was the hardest part. Waiting was worse than confrontation, worse than anger or hurt. Waiting left you exposed, left you with nothing but your own thoughts, your own heart, and the constant gnawing uncertainty that maybe, just maybe, things would never be the same again.