It’s funny how one’s brain works. I just got home from having a really nice, pleasant dinner with my ex-, and had song in my head. Only after a minute or so of singing along did I realize it was The Supremes “Where Did Our Love Go.”
It doesn’t really work, the rest of the lyrics, because the person singing is the one who’s been left, the one who is yearning. However neither I, nor my ex-, are yearning for each other. I like and respect him and want him to be happy. I do not want to be with him.
It’s rather horrible to say, but even if I didn’t have the Far-Away-Boy in my life, I would still prefer to have (a) lover(s) and be “alone” than stay with my husband and have no sex life. Obviously for me I was unable to simply stay with him and cheat. That made me ill, not as a figure of speech, but really ill, as in breaking out in hives.
But I wonder where our love went, and if it was ever really passionate. My ex- would never let himself go completely, and because he wouldn’t, I wouldn’t either. Now I’m so far gone with the F-A-B, and I’m letting myself go further and further.
“I’ve got this burning, burning, yearning feelin’ inside me” but it’s not for my husband. Baby, baby, where did our love go?