I stood from your living room entrance and watched you open all of the Los Angeles-themed gifts Iโd foraged with my unemployment to make sure our second Christmas together was one weโd never forget.
Too bad it was 10 days after you went through my text messages and found a thread of exchanged nudes with someone who wasnโt you. We werenโt even in a relationship, is what you told me when I questioned a similar boundary that youโd crossed sooner.
The tears streaming down your face let me know you were lying to yourself even more than you were avoiding commitment. Iโll definitely never forget that Christmas.