I'll Keep Your Secret

She and I were talking over a coffee.
I'm listening to her with an objective ear as she talks about how she still has feelings for her previous guy although they aren't as strong but maybe they are still strong; she's still struggling even though she really really likes her new guy he's so sweet and can do everything; she's the luckiest girl to have him.
She then starts on another topic when he walks in with flowers. They're yellow and white, and she loves them.
She kisses him and she has that gleam in her eyes.
He joins us.

Even now I can still see her glowing face as she held the flowers.


I'm such an idiot.



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