Days had passed but since the day Bradley and I fought we didn't have the chance to talk again. I waited for him every night, even if I couldn't have a proper sleep. I try to catch him in the morning but still couldn't find ways to see him.
I wanted to talk to him for us to end this charade, to insist the arrangements for our divorce but most of all I just wanted to see him. I missed everything about him, his eyes, his smiles, his sweetness, his hugs and kisses and his touches. We're perfect, at least that's what I thought about us. That’s when I haven’t learn about his secret. At some point I wished I haven’t knew it, but at the same time, feeling thankful that I learned it so soon before I could fall more deep for him. I feel lost right now, heart and brain fighting. My heart wants him
