Alot like love- Prologue |
I do love him. At least I did. But I don’t have the courage to confront him. I can’t look deeply into his shiny blue eyes and ask him if he loves me to. I couldn’t, I just couldn’t.
I was contemplating again. Whether I would, or would not. I was so afraid. Afraid that he might reject me, and yet again I was willing to risk it.
Mathew Freeman. You’ve probably never heard of him. But to me he was something else. My world, my whole universe. The first time I met him I was enchanted. I don’t know why he’d had such a big impact on my life. Sometimes, but yet only sometimes, I wish I’d never met him. Never laid eyes on his beautiful, muscular back, while he was busy talking to one of my mates that late Friday night. I wish I’d just could’ve walked away. Far, far away. Him being with another woman would therefore be excruciating.
That’s why I’m crying, by the way. The crystal blue drips are pouring down my cheeks and I’m devastated. I saw him with another woman. Lip locking and touching her. It was excruciating. The sight of my best friend touching the man I love, without my consent. She knew about it by the way. Knew how much I loved him. But yet she’s the one that betrayed me. Laid me out in the open. Showing my vulnerability. And I hate her for that.
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