One thing I’ve always prided myself on is my innate intuition. It comes with years of dwelling in the background and quietly observing human behavior.
I can sense a breakup from a mile away, can tap into a friendship’s genuine trust and honesty. I can hear hesitation from across a room, and detect doubt in a person’s eyes. I feel someone’s pain in my bones, and absorb someone’s pure joy in the crinkle of their eyes when they laugh. My intuition is sharp and is constantly placing its finger on the pulse of all the connections and relationships I come across. And it has a staggeringly high accuracy.
You know that I know, that I’ve always known. You know that I called it from the very beginning. But you denied it then and will continue to because emotions can’t be proven. Admitting it makes you the bad guy. And you’re not the bad guy. No one wants to be the bad guy. But I know. We both know.
I wasn’t the one you wanted.
