When I found her in our bed with someone else, she was staring at him and didn't seem to notice. I recall he had a stupid grin on his face. It was smug, and I hated that. I had to admit to myself that he was handsome, though. It was a shame in a way, what happened, because they looked happy together. I always think it's nice for people to be happy.
I don't know if they retained that happiness, but what I do know is they're now lying together in another bed, and it's where I grow my roses.
I don't know if they retained that happiness, but what I do know is they're now lying together in another bed, and it's where I grow my roses.
