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.1

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. 2

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. 3

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.