It’s been a few months ever since the day that we broke up. I’ve been paying more attention to White nowadays. We didn’t have any classes together, but she’d meet up with some people. I took notice in her attitude, slowly, she’d seem brighter one day and down the next, I’m curious on how she is. I’d look at her Facebook, like a stalker. I now know who those two people are to my heart, after being left all alone, I now know what White and Black means to me. Black was infatuation. It was her visual appeal that would catch my eye, not just mine, everyone else’s. White was white. Her ability to genuinely show her heart through her actions, damn, I still need to try to understand what she was to me. I couldn’t possibly..like her? No, no, it’s the guilt.  I’m only paying attention to her since I feel guilty, that’s it, that’s all.

One day, after my afternoon class, it was raining pretty hard. I was planning on heading home too, it was pretty far from the university. Right next to me, White also observed the rain and got out an umbrella. I saw her and my heart squeezed, it started pounding as I was going to ask if we could share the same umbrella. All of a sudden a man pulled up next to her and put his arms around her and they shared a smile towards each other and walked out giggling and laughing. My heart dropped, I froze. Trying to comprehend..oh damn it, it’s obvious, that man was her boyfriend, why try de