The cheater

The Beginning Of The End

love, an intense feeling of deep affection. Many say you don't know how much you love someone until they're gone and every single one of these people, while being right, have never experienced the feeling in the slightest. The few who tell you love is the blindness, love is the unconditional forgiveness, love is the sacrificing your own happiness for the sake of said love, love is the pain, yet love is the joy and all the blissful moments between the sorrow. Those are the people who have loved...

So there he was down on one knee in-front of all our friends and family asking the 'big question' and in those short few seconds between shock and awkward silence I had to consider. Was this really love?  In the heat of the moment not wanting to wait too long to reply I say yes making the spectators erupt in cheers and screams. Hours pass and messages, instagram posts and twitter notes of congratulations are still being forwarded and sent to your phone, although one particular message stands out, it read "my condolences - TS" I open the message with my fingers hovered over the keyboard ready to respond, after a solid minute my mind is still blank of what to say.

Hesitantly I lock my phone and head into the laundry room where Jake (my new fiancé) is sorting through the clothes pocket making sure not to wash any valuables, I see him pulling out a pair of hoop earrings and a note from his pocket, I shrug it off at first but now its 1:07AM and I keep thinking about the smirk on his face when he read the note. What did it say? Who's earrings were they? Where did he get them from? Eventually my curiosity got the better of me and I sneak back into the laundry room while he's sleeping making sure to be as silent as possible while digging around the room, I had almost given up hope when the flash of my iPhone torch caught something shiny on the other side of the room, sure enough it was the earrings and note. 

The answer was no. No I didn't love him, as I mentioned before love is unconditional forgiveness, and I couldn't forgive him. Not for this.