He treated her beautifully
They where madly in love
they talked for hours
Starring what felt like each others soul
They had a special bond that couldn’t be expressed
Made love for hours
Even days at times
Passionate
Explosive
She looked at him adoringly
Wondering how did she get so lucky
She loved how he looked at her
Touched her kissed her.
Both passionate about everything they did
Art, music, movies, their kids, family etc so on and so forth
She..
she...
She....
I
:-(
Little did I know I was the rebound
It was all an illusion
How was I to know?
I’ve never been in that position before to recognize it.
Picking up the shattered pieces of my heart at the moment
Wondering if I even really want to
Or should
What’s the point?