I Already Got Him Back

I always trusted him completely. Not blindly. Just… comfortably. He knew my phone

password. I knew his routines. We shared everything. Or so I thought. It started with

small things. Late replies. New excuses. His smile arriving a second too late.

I told myself I was paranoid. People always say that first. Then I noticed the

way he tilted his phone. How he laughed quieter. How his stories stopped lining up.

I didn’t confront him. I watched. I learned her schedule. Her favorite café.

The name he used for me when he talked about her. It took weeks.

I smiled the whole time. When I finally asked him if he was cheating, he laughed.