Chapter - forty eight

Mistakes.

Mistakes.

Mistakes.

That’s what they always were, What you always called them.

I should’ve known, Should’ve known they weren’t mistakes.

You looked at every girl, The way a single man would.

You flirted with every girl, And told me it was just friendly talking.

You hugged your friends, The girls, A little longer than you should have.

And you looked.

And looked.

And looked.

Like you wanted them, Not me.

Like you wanted a one night stand, Not me.