Who was laying in his bed right now? Who was he kissing? Who was he making love to at this hour? Who was holding him? Who was twirling on him? I turned on my bed, my hand going through my hair as my eyes fell on my watch. It was three in the morning, at this time we were finishing our first round, who was he holding tonight? I felt like I was going crazy, I could not sleep, could not think having me sit up. I picked up the phone only to put it down.
How was this even fair? It had been three weeks from that date. He had left and never looked back. I was drowning here, I was drowning and suffocating, I knew I would never see him again, I knew I would never hear his voice again. He was gone, he had got what he wanted and he was gone just like all the others. I felt stupid and so cheap. I ha
