It came as a surprise, even though I knew it was coming!

One kind of senses that something is wrong, initially

The realisation of the sentiment in some of their words is missing

One sort of senses doubt when they begin to make unexplained journeys

And some of the passion has wained in their touching and kissing

One kind of knows that their is something missing at home

When the planning stops and your conversation has no direction

One sort of senses when their style and trends are gradually changing

And they no longer pay much attention to your erection

One kind of senses that little things are different every day

The way they use a different type of humour and their catchwords are new

One sort of knows things are changing by the way they are talking

And how they very rarely have anything to say about you

One sort of knows by their underwear drawer, strangely enough

How the little gifts you gave her are very seldom worn or adorned

One sort of knows when they make stupid excuses about where they are going or have been

And when you ask harmless questions and you are quickly scorned

One kind of knows by the music they like and the books they read

Their is hidden proof that one does not really want to believe

One notices more and more by the way they react to certain things

And how when you offer help, they ask for room to breathe

One sort of knows that something has been lost from what was once

And yet still one does not have the courage to ask for and hear the confirmation

One wants to sweep it away as 'just a little phase' they are having

And not hear that one was just a part of the journey to their destination

One kind of suspects that another has infiltrated the 'covenant' of your love

And understands the possible outcome but chooses to ignore

One finally realises it when they actually open up for once

And tell you that there is 'someone else' and they don't love you the 'same' anymore

One kind of knew that this outburst was coming

And knew that they had wanted to say for a long time but they were not prepared or brave

One kind of knows when things are finally over pretty much straight away

But one is scared to give up on all the love one gave

My advice to anyone in this situation is

If you are suspicious then raise your concern

Be open and admit your frailties to them

Or live in regret with nowhere to turn

Be brave, for you have given your all

You deserve to know just out of respect

Confront your demons before it is way too late

The answer might not be, what you expect

Be strong and trust your own judgement

The realisation of your strength will inspire

Follow your suspicions through to the truth

For there is certainly no smoke without fire...