Sweet Painted Lady
I can’t explain what happened. Maybe I wasn’t the lover that she had always dreamed about. Maybe I didn’t empathize like she expected when she needed to vent. Maybe I didn’t bring her flowers often enough. Maybe, just maybe, she met someone new. All of those ‘maybes’ swirling in my head leaving me dazed and heartbroken. Whatever the cause, I was single again, in pain and as lonely as hell. It was time to get away and go someplace my ex and I had never been. Staying in Chicago had too many...