If you really loved someone, you would never do anything to hurt them. Contrary to that popular belief, they are hurt the most by people they love the most. I cheated on him when I knew I shouldn't have. After three long months of hiding this toxic lie from him, I just couldn't anymore.
I walked up to him and poured my guilty heart out. He showed no expression and left without saying a word. I convinced myself that he’d be better off with someone else. Someone who would love him even more than I do, and never hurt him the way I did. Someone who believed in transparency.
A week later, my doorbell rang. I opened the door only to find him standing there with a bouquet of flowers. He cupped my face and looked straight into my eyes and said, “I love you with all my heart. I can forgive you if it means I can keep loving you.”