Do you even realize that you were the one who cheated first, not me?
You’re the one who always said cheating involves both emotions and physicality.
What I did for three days—I didn’t consider it cheating because there weren’t any feelings involved. I just realized it later and yeah, I hurt you.
Okay, I was wrong. I wanted to fix it, I apologized, I cut ties with her, I said goodbye to Tarasovia. But why? Why did you go and ask someone else about us? Why not just come to me directly? You could’ve shown me proof without getting input from others, and I would’ve explained everything openly.
But instead, you questioned me about Adel. It was simple for me. And now, I realize you’ve been playing me for a fool.
Your love? It felt forced. I know it was real at first, though. Back before you returned to Indonesia the first time. Back before Adel even came into the picture. I know you were genuine then. Like that one night when I was upset, and the next day you were drunk, whispering my name over and over, asking for a hug.
But that night, when I landed in Jakarta and checked my phone… I was crushed.
You were at ZZ and didn’t even tell me, didn’t even ask how I was doing on the flight. That’s when the disappointment started. And then I came back and met other people—Adel included. (I’ve told you this before.)
Maybe you didn’t know how to process your feelings. Maybe you were running away from them. But come on, who hugs someone tightly, says goodbye with a sweet smile, and doesn’t want to let go? Obviously, that’s a sign you wanted me to pursue you. And I did… but you ruined it with that one action that night.
