And in some ironic twist of fate, we saw each other from across the hall, it could've have been days or years- it wouldn't have mattered.

When two people who have been through as much as we have come to a mutual understanding, words are simply pointless, her eyes sparkled and we stood there and just stared at each other, the slightest sound from either of us would have sent the other into a fit, so we smiled.


Here is where we parted ways for the final time, she turned to her date as I turned my back and left through the side exit.

Something like pride stung me, but I held it back and in so I could savor my sweet wallowing and pity, I am never the victim and when I get to play the part I may as well play it as well as I can. I keep it to myself so that I alone can sup on the sweet juices of self pity, and yet I know that it wont last long.