by A. Allan Martin
Just last night I met up with his closest friend, we had a great time talking. I really felt as if this thing was really going to work.
I can't believe it! I just saw her having dinner with my best friend. Of all the low and despicable things to do. They seemed to be having such a great time which made me steam all the more inside. She has a lot of nerve to look me straight in the face the next day and tell me how much she loves me. She didn't even flinch, coming across as authentic and genuine as ever. She doesn't know that I am on to her.
I don't think he suspects a thing. You know, I really want to tell him. But that would really mess up everything. It is best that he not know. His best friend is picking me up tonight at eight.
At eight I came by her place to say hello, and I see them jump into his car and speed off. I was furious! In fact I followed them I was so angry. She had the gall to take him to our favorite eatery downtown, our special place. I wanted so bad to storm in there and give her a piece of my mind, but I didn't want to make a scene. All this week she has been saying she can't go out, and she has been telling me...
"I'm busy with a project," is what I have been telling him all this week. He is so understanding. It may not be the best excuse I have come up with this decade, but it is one that comes closest to the truth without letting him know what is really going on. At times it is difficult to put on this front, but his friend says it is for the best. And I tend to agree.
I yelled out as loud as I could!
She screamed.
"Surprise!" with about fifty of his friends who...
...seemed to appear from nowhere. All of a suddenly I felt really dumb. I look over to her and thought, "If she only knew."
He had this cute look on his face as all his friends surrounded him with congrats and compliments. I looked over to him and thought, "It's as if he knew all along."
