God help me. I think I'm falling in love. With an engaged woman.

I can't. I just can't. This is not right. We have known each other for what? Two days? And here I am contemplating to break her engagement with her childhood friend. Well, it's not that bad if I think she does like me too right? I mean, she went out on a date with me. On Valentines Day. Freaking Valentines Day . She went out with me, a complete stranger. I don’t know about you, but in my dictionary that means “I like you too even if I'm engaged."

God I hate this. Why does she have to be engaged anyway? She's only freakin' twenty-one. It's not like she's gonna die in a few months time and she really needs to get married quick. I mean, what’s the rush? I know. That's just me being bitter. I never really dated again after Victoria and I decided to call it quits. But puhleaaase― Who gets married at twenty-one these days? Oh, hang on. Let me think. The only plausible reason for a girl to get married at an early age is when she got knocked up.

Ok. Aside from being bitter, I am now being speculative here… no. More like accusative. Great. Just great.

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