so i guess i'm still a little hurt. i've been thinking a lot about it lately.
basically, what had happened was that i was helping a friend out with a lot of problems going on and whatnot, giving her advice here and there, and my girlfriend (whom i love so incredibly much) wrote a poem wondering if i was cheating on her with this friend in question (who, oddly enough, introduced us).
i know she's been cheated on before, and so i know in that sense she has a right to be paranoid or whatever, and i understand all that and whatnot, so it really doesn't bother me that much anymore.
but at the same time, like we had a jazz gig tonight and whatn