“arrears, n.
My faithfulness was as unthinking as your lapse. Of all the things I though would go wrong, I never thought it would be that.
"It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.”

— David Levithan , The Lover's Dictionary

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American author and editor 1972

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