I love my husband.
This is an absolute truth.
I betrayed him,
That is another.
That he knows all, and can forgive me
Is a brutal truth, a rueful truth, a truth that
probably perplexes many.
To love someone, truly, is to understand them.
Honesty becomes the only option,
and forgiveness is redundant.
He knows that I was captivated,
He knows of this hold on me still.
He loves me.
If he knew that I would be happier elsewhere,
Then he would let me go.
He loves me, and he knows
That is not the right journey.
He guides me, gently, away from the treacherous fall
Back to the safety of a better way,
For me, and for us.
He knows the absolute truth
And so do I.