I’d first thought I knew love, the first time I met her in the pub — throwing coquettish glances and easy smiles.
But then one day when she told me she was going to marry a Soc gentleman, she’d proved me wrong. Love is a painful little prick.
But it’s a pain you won’t give up.
I might be heartbroken but I’d still be compelled to do as she asked.
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She’d invited me for coffee and so I went.
We just sat there in a comfortable silence, inhaling the robust, luscious scent of the beloved brew that filled the air. She nursed her cup, a latte with a hint of hazelnut, which I’d always known is her favourite; while I took a sip of my black, enjoying the way the liquid release steam from its surface that smelled of heaven — if such a place existed.
If it did, I would be shooting my head by then. This place is none the better. Probably far worse.
“Do you think you could be in love with two people at the same time?” I glanced up from my cup, gaze meeting hers. Searching for an answer.
She smiled, taking my hand in hers; but even then I didn’t miss the way her gaze turn forlorn.
In that very moment, I closed my eyes and ignored the familiar ache that was beginning to form in my chest. Ah, I would’ve done better shooting my head then. It hurt even to breathe.
In that very moment, I could only expect for the worst thing to finally be spoken out loud.
And there it was.
“If love was cruel enough to give us options like that,” she sighed, “I’d still choose him. I’d choose him every time.”
Originally from hugeboy’s.
