The more I see you the more I start to notice the things I didn’t pay much attention to before. I notice the dried patches of blood on random parts of your skin, I notice the sneaking out and arriving back to our apartment late at night, I notice the inconsistency in your stories and I notice the lack of truth in your words.

Still, I haven’t confronted you about it and i’ve decided not to…At least until I get more information.

Fuck, the more I think about it the more complicated it gets.