And we’ve been doing exactly the same thing ever since.
William has a house big enough to get lost in.
But every Tuesday evening he comes to my little apartment.
We’re making pasta.
He sets the table.
I wash the dishes.
Sometimes we sit in the same cafe where we first met.
People are still staring.
Some people still assume they know why I’m with him.
But the best proof wasn’t that I stayed when I thought he’d lost his money.
When I discovered the truth, I was ready to walk away, even when I learned I had every dollar left to lose .
Because I never had anything to do with William’s money.
I was in a relationship with William.
What if he really loses everything tomorrow?
I already know what I’m going to do.
I’ll buy him another cheap blue shirt.
Then I’ll point to the couch in the living room and say:
“Don’t worry. It’s still decomposing.”❤️
