Something Old

So the cozy weekend had to end... Mike drove me back to the bus terminal, which started a five hour trip that left me giggling with the remnants of the weekend while worrying about the reality of the following days: I had to tell Sir Williams.

Sir Williams. He came over the next evening. My arrogance have never seen a guy cry so much... I felt nothing. It was his fault he was in this state. If he loved me enough, he wouldn't have chosen the freedom to have sex with other women over my love and commitment. It was his fault. I could only pity him.

It was flattery as well. Add pride. I couldn't care less. Oh, and I had Mike. My new boyfriend. He made me happy, right?

I just had to get rid of old baggage. The guy that didn't care enough. The guy that only wanted me back because someone else owned me now. I must admit I was worried about him. So I had to cut it. Harshly if I had to. For his sake.

Mike called. I was in the room with Sir Williams when he did. And Mike just had to hear how much I loved him. Over. And over. And over. And over again. In Sir Williams earshot. How cruel could we get?

Very.

It was Sir Williams fault he was crying overnight. Not mine.

I wished it was otherwise, but he just cared a little too late...