I've spent half a year, living half a life with half a heart. His last words were 'wait'.
I was so foolish. I'm going now. A lady knows when to leave a dance. Apparently, I'm not one. I've stayed too long. One last thing, though....please tell her that I didn't leave those notes under the chair. That you lied to cover your ass. I've lost enough. Allow me that one last bit. So she'll know I didn't betray her in that way. Only in loving you.
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