"... I fear however it may not be that easy for you to tell Phillip, the spark of jealousy may flash?? Best keep this one quiet" - for those of you who have been long-time readers of my blog, my life seems to be like an open book.
Am I just so predictable? Or are my thoughts and worries so universal that it is easy to guess what I'll be chewing on? But you are definitely right: I won't tell anything and this does not make me happy. Because I ought to tell. Because if Phillip had a relationship like mine I would want to know. And it would make me sad. Now it makes me sad that I had a fuck for old time's sake and won't even tell. What does this make me? Not someone I love to see in the mirror for the moment.