Stop asking me.
It's okay, people. It's not like he left me in the altar. And we're in good terms, fyi. We're still talking. We're friends. Maybe closer. Like brother and sister. And he told me everything, he did. It's not like he did it behind my back.
And for God's sake, he never left me. We separated. But I don't want to explain. And I don't think I owe anyone any explanations. It's my life. Our lives.
And fyi, I have my own love life too, people. I have a happy life and someone who loves me so much. But that's not the point why I'm fine. I'm more than fine. I'm happy, and not just for me but for him also. I'm happy that he's happy. That he will be happy.
And fyi, I have my own love life too, people. I have a happy life and someone who loves me so much. But that's not the point why I'm fine. I'm more than fine. I'm happy, and not just for me but for him also. I'm happy that he's happy. That he will be happy.
Just stop asking me if I'm fine.
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