The Story of Us

Are You Ready for This?

Curiosity has plagued me through my short existence. At one time, I thought my own curiosity would ruin my life. Instead, all curiosity has shown me is the truth, even when the truth was the last thing I wanted to know.

You went and laid in bed, and my curiosity came to show. I sat on our couch, questioning whether or not I should take a look, see what you've been doing online. What a mistake. I opened the internet browser and saw what I expected, you're away from home a lot so I thought nothing much of it. Knowing you're not half as good as I am with technology, I delved into the history of your browser. Escorts. Various websites, but all women looking to sell their bodies to the lonely man willing to pay. Two text messages to two of the ones you decided were worth the price.

And I? Well, I hate my curiosity. Everything I thought about us came crashing down through our living room, so much so that I don't think I can stand the sight of you tonight, or tomorrow night, or the next night.

When I confronted you, you assured me it must have been your friend when you were away working. I wanted more than anything to believe you were telling the truth again, to believe that this was not my life and that the man who planned on marrying me was not doing this to me, to believe that my world did not fall into shattered pieces, but I felt my heart stop. I felt something that my heart has not done in years; I felt it snap into two and question everything I thought I knew about you.