01-26-2013, 02:29 PM
I wish I could but I don't know how any better than I did. Generally it was by anxiety. Whenever I felt any type of anxiety for no apparent reason, it always correlated with something being wrong with her or that she was still seeing the other guy. The way it turned out, I was the guy she was cheating on with. Not the other way around. She said she broke it off but he was being as persistent as I was and she slipped a couple times as they had mutual friends. During those weekends, I knew before she even told me. She knew that I knew because of passed feelings like this. She learned that it was pointless to hide anything from me.
I wish I could explain it but I somehow knew everything she was feeling either by her eyes, her voice, or even text messages.
Maybe infiltrated is a poor choice of words as it definitely has a negative connotation but that's what it feels like. It's mainly a bunch of should've, could've, would'ves scenarios. Maybe I should just take my advice that I gave her when she said that she missed me so much and wanted to be with me after constantly hearing a particular song that describes us so well. I told her over time as her belly begins to grow and her relationship with the father hopefully grows with it, I'll slowy fade from her memory. And when that precious life appears and they both are in awe over such a little being that they created, I may not be forgotten but I be far enough in her memory that that the pain that she feels now will be a distant memory.
I wish I could explain it but I somehow knew everything she was feeling either by her eyes, her voice, or even text messages.
Maybe infiltrated is a poor choice of words as it definitely has a negative connotation but that's what it feels like. It's mainly a bunch of should've, could've, would'ves scenarios. Maybe I should just take my advice that I gave her when she said that she missed me so much and wanted to be with me after constantly hearing a particular song that describes us so well. I told her over time as her belly begins to grow and her relationship with the father hopefully grows with it, I'll slowy fade from her memory. And when that precious life appears and they both are in awe over such a little being that they created, I may not be forgotten but I be far enough in her memory that that the pain that she feels now will be a distant memory.