Kathy

Let’s start over. This friendship.

I know I was the one who ended it but lets try it again.

Yeah?

You promised.

I trusted you

Funny thing is that…you said you can’t trust me with your secrets. 

Well..Now I know not to trust you either. 

Hilarious.Really.

I know what you’re saying. Stop thinking about it cause its not true. I am not her. I don’t want to be like her nor am I’m acting like her. So before you make your judgement, ask me with your curiosity. What am I’m doing, who was I with..and honestly, I will say nothing but the truth.

The saddest thing is being your own therapist

Put on my red dress just for you,because you said I look quite nice in it. 

Got a bottle of red wine set on the table with two empty glasses. 

Cook some meat for you, medium rare. Just the way you like it.

Light up the two candles because its romantic.

Now I’m waiting for the flowers to come home with you.

I took a deep breath. It’s been awhile since I last saw your face.

There’s so many stories I want to tell you.Oh and I hope you will laugh at my jokes..though I know you will, even if its lame.

*Ding*

I unlock the door. Its you..Smiling

Standing there with a rose. 

You gave me a peck on the cheek. 

Oh how I miss that smell of you, that cheap perfume you love so much.

You followed me into the dining room. 

You pulled the chair out for me, just like a gentlemen. 

I poured the red wine into the glasses. A drink that can relax us both.

We exchange stories.

We laughed about random things.

Suddenly, as you check your phone,your expression changes.

You told me you have to go. 

Even when I know the answer,I asked with a curiosity “Your wife called?”

You look at me with a disappointment, “Yes.Sorry.”

“No,its fine.” When its not fine..

“I have to go.”I wish you can see right through me, that I don’t want you to leave.

“Okay, maybe next time.” I’m trying to sound understanding..but it hurts.

You got up. 

“Kiss me before you go.” 

“Of course.” 

You gave me a kiss and that everlasting hug.Once again, I can smell your cheap perfume. 

I walked you out to the front door. 

“I’ll miss you,” You said.

“I’ll miss you too.” I smiled.

You walked away..I closed the door.

Now I am alone. Again.

I walked to the dining room and grab that bottle of red wine and consume all that poison. How relaxing.For now, I guess I’ll just watch romantic comedy to replace my loneliness.*Sigh*