E is for Exclusively
I was in Belize when you asked if we were exclusive. I meant it when I said yes.
You said you wanted exclusivity, but what you really meant was you wanted me to be exclusive to you. I’m used to being treated as a toy, left on a dusty shelf until I am wanted again; never given to someone else who would treat me as their prized possession.
I should have known better, but I told you at the beginning I’ve never been good at trusting my instincts.

















