It started with a series of text messages sent in the wee hours of the morning.
I would hear his cellphone’s beep and somehow I felt that there was something not quite right about it.
I would say a woman’s gut feeling is one of her most precious gifts. It is what helped me discover what was wrong.
For a time, I kept quiet about what I felt.
She could be just a friend. I tried to justify to myself.
Don’t be such a little jealous girl. I warned myself.
But why did I have such a nagging feeling about the whole thing?
Finally, I decided to ask. There was no point in killing myself over my own thoughts. Didn’t we say we will be open to each other about our problems?
All I needed to do was ask so I would find out the truth.
But I did not. He lied.
