I was walking down the street when I saw your man. At first, I didn't seem to recognize him, but when he turned his head towards my direction, I nearly choked. It was him. It was really him. My predictions were right, I said under my breath. I saw him with someone else, taking off the ring you gave to him, as he hugged and linked his arm around her. 

I told you about this, but you didn't believe me, saying that there's no way he would do such thing.

"Why would he do that in the first place, huh?" You were fuming with anger, to the point of slapping me in the face. Hard enough to wake my senses up.
You looked at me with piercing eyes right afterwards, feeling so upset that I, your very bestfriend, was telling you lies.

"I must've seen someone else," I lied, gently placing my palm on my burning cheek.   

I wanted to cry..and tell you every single thing that I saw that day. But, if I do so, it would be the end for the the both of us. For me. For everything in between.

That bastard. What does he have that I don't?
That bastard. He doesn't love you. I do.

Until when are you going to cry like a fool, loving that bastard who's playing games with you?
Why are you the only one who can't see what every one else sees? 

That bastard. I beg you, please break up with him. Please. 


Please.