We arrived and while I looked around for reasons to disappear and never come back, I went inside that restaurant and acted like the most confident and special woman. After all, he chose me too. I could see his hands and his attempt to keep them steady. But his mouth never lies. That's what made me fall for him in the first place. His lips had a slight jitter ever time he felt nervous. Was I in the way of something? He sat next to her and I had a front row ticket across from her. She was physically beautiful, but I had no respect for her. She strung along the man I loved and left him heartbroken. We spent hours with her and her colleagues. At the end of the night I thought, "why did come here?" How could allow myself to get this far and not even realize that I too had been heartbroken?