I have this relationship
not sure how I acquired it
initially, I thought I came by it honestly, but doubt creeps in.
Odd how Tyler resigned himself to this relationship. I wonder if I am interchangeable, irrelevant, or otherwise a placeholder female.
I’ll be another woman he once thought he’d marry, but doesn’t really care is gone.
Those little daggers of thoughts stab at my happiness. I can get over anything. You know me; I try to stay ready.
I’ll try to forgive myself for being so stupid as to almost believe.