Disgusted.

I lie here, watching the ceiling as if for activity that I know isn't there. My mind races with ideas that always come to me before I sleep. A story, a dream's seed...a memory of the previous hours. But tonight is different. I end up thinking of you. The one I thought I could trust, could love, and could have for the rest of my life. But there was someone else in your life who thought that, and you couldn't make up your mind. You're prone to being caught, as I had learned when you were caught stealing a kiss from me, or stealing the paper in a poor soul's wallet. But I never thought I would catch you with someone else.
A tear stings my eye as those memories come painfully back into my mind. You'd managed to pull off half of her clothes, as she had to you. And you let it happen. You didn't ever tell me anything, or about what was going on when I was there. Of course you wouldn't have. You kept the secret locked up for as long as you could manage, and then one day, you left the bolt unlatched, for the light of truth to shine into and discover. You said you didn't regret it.
I say...
I say you disgust me.