To you, whom I don't know, and who do not know me. The day will break tomorrow to welcome a new life for you. Tomorrow, you will walk to your destiny while my man--who was your man for a fleeting moment--stands at the sidelines watching you.
You will probably seek him out among the crowd, and wonder where he has been all this time, and what has he been up to. Maybe your mind will wander off to those guilt-laden escapades when you and he thought nothing else mattered. Maybe, just maybe, you will wish him the best and pray that he move on to his own destiny, while you revel in the bliss and beauty of your newfound home and hearth.
It pains me that I cannot be there to tell you myself where he has been. While all this is happening, I am probably restlessly going through the motions of Saturday life, imagining your glances and the words that they convey.
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