Johnny,

My heart was broken before I knew you. The people I knew left a dent in me. You said you’d be the one who’d fix it. Don’t go back on your promise. It meant so much to me. Why can’t you see I’m helpless? I cry in our bed every night, in the same bed we used to make love in. I wake up reaching for you, soaking wet in sweat and where are you? I know you have not strayed. You aren’t the betraying type. But, no matter the wholesomeness of your intentions, the actions are still ripping me apart. You tell me you don’t want to see me hurt. If you truly meant what you said you’d wrap me up in your arms like you used to. You’d pull me in close and tight so that I could feel your warmth and smell your aroma. You’d lay me down and not do a single thing more than rub away my troubles from my shoulders and back. I know it’s been a long time. I know it’s been a hard time. Please, Johnny. Think about what you’re doing to the good wife.