Dear... I Wish It Were Me With You

When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night, with your head in your hands.
You’re nothing more than his wife.

And when you think about me all of those years ago, you’re standing face to face with I told you so.

You know I hate to say I told you so.
You know I hate to say
I TOLD YOU SO.

From... Your “what it could and should HAVE been”