Day 2....

After more than 24 hours of torture and depression, I stood up, ready to face the unbearing truth.


Unbearing truth...


That my once thought best friend, is trying to steal away my one and only source of warmth. Maybe it is because I didn't trust him well enough or I'm not prefect enough for him..


Then, she pulled the trigger


Shot the bullet



Into my heart



Is she hiding the truth from herself, blind folding herself. But what is my man going to do about her? Stay away from her? No, he can't do that. No...no....no..



No


This situation leaves me with one option. The only one I can think of. The hardest one of all. The most sickening one of all.


To push myself out of the game.


Let my bestfriend have my man, even though she has hers. Letting me feel like the coward of the game, the loser of the game.



That feels like running away.



If I did... I would go crazy.






Let time tell the story



And we shall be the actors and actresses.



Of this game.