Haje, Katy,
Many thanks for the invitation, and glad to know you both still spare the occasional thought for me. I’m not entirely surprised by the news, of course, that you should come to this point along the road more travelled; the road that you took the first steps on the week I had to spend in France with
my parents.
Contributed by call
How I missed you both that week. And how it pained me to think of the two
of you together. But how could I expect you to refrain? And how could I call it
“infidelity” when all you did without me was the same as what we three did
together?
The pain of that week grows as time goes by. It didn’t hurt at all at first,
not until the effects became visible as you pushed me away and drew yourselves
closer together. I felt more and more a third wheel, spurned and rejected until
the inevitable happened.
Now, with this news, the memories pain me more than ever, and though I still love you
both dearly, I cannot yet bring myself to be happy for you. I must regretfully decline
your kind invitation.
Tearfully,
-call