It started fast after the bike ride home.
You kissed me outside of the Mexican restaurant. I felt sparks immediately.
As time went on, the rush of our dates and time together was magnetic. It was everything: fun, engaging conversations, potential for a future. But something was off.
Just as fast, you stopped texting on Christmas.
Days later, I came across a marriage license on the internet, issued the day we had scheduled a date.
It made sense. Oh. He was getting married. THAT’s why he cancelled …
Hope you learned to stop cheating after you had kids.