Dear Diary
The second I walked in the front door, I knew something was wrong. The house was too quiet. I don't know what I expected, but I sure as hell didn't expect this.
I walked into the bedroom and my diary was sitting in the middle of the bed, with Sam's ring sitting on top of it. It was like being punched in my goddamn guts.
My stomach dropped, and I couldn't breathe. I knew what it meant right away. He knows. He knows everything.
I sat on the bed, staring at his ring. How could I be so stupid? How could I think I could keep this hidden from him? I should've known better. Sam wasn't blind, he's very smart. But he trusted me, believed in us, and I took his trust and shattered it.
What the hell was I thinking? I mean, I know what I was thinking. Phil made me feel something I hadn't felt in a long time. There was this excitement, this pull I couldn't resist. It was like I was someone new when I was with him, someone different. And yeah, I felt things for him, things I can't even fully explain, but what I felt for Phil was never more than what I feel for Sam.