When It Comes To Shelly

I'm just a sucker.  I know I am.  And I'm not quite sure why.  It's the stuff she doesn't tell me that worries me.  Every damn time she tells me nothing is going on, sooner or later I find out something is.  I have no way of knowing for sure, obviously.  But I know damn good and well as sure as I'm sitting here that there is always more to the story than she is telling me.  There always has been.   I really should know better than to think that history is not going to repeat itself.  It always has.  I see her and melt.  And I start to feel guilty for the things I've thought, said, and done.  I don't even have a damn good reason for believing anything she says.  She just doesn't say much.  There's always a worry.  And as it has ALWAYS turned out, I've had a damn good reason for feeling that way.