the other girl

my first reaction, when i had liad my eyes on the girl that he was holding onto, was a slight notion of nausea and confusion. had i not laid the impression that i was into commitments? did he assume that i was just playing around, in hope that time would drift away quicker than usual? He looked into my eyes, as if he was trying to tell me something his mouth could not utter. i refused to feel pity for him. after all, why should i feel the need to oblige a sense of comfort for how he feels? he is no longer my buissness. The completely lost of trust. I no longer have someone to turn to during my darkest hour. No one to talk to about my day, about all the happy things that happened. No one i can turn to for comfort and love. Who would of thought that they girl he had his arms around tightly, was my best friend,Trena 'sexy_bubbles' Borrell. C.B Ciao Babes