“It seems as if you love everyone else but me!”
“You know that’s not true, cuz if it was, I wouldn’t be dealing with all of this bullshit right now!”
“Oh, so you regret loving me?!”
“I never said that!”
They’re obviously fighting again.
I live two floors below their apartment, and believe me; I hear stuff like this almost every night.
John doesn’t deserve something like this; he doesn’t need someone like her.
But what can I do? He loves Candace; I’m just the 2nd choice-best friend. They’ve been living together for six months now, and you can only imagine six months worth of fights.
“Are you sure about this, John? Aren’t you guys taking this thing a bit too fast?” I asked, concerned.
“I love her, you know? She’s… different,” he said. We were sitting on my couch, the day I found out about John and Candace moving together.
Yeah, a tall bitchy blonde who models for stuff, how different can she be from all of the other girls who broke his heart?
“Well, we are you guys moving?” I asked
“I got us a loft right here, about two floors above you.”
“What?! And she’s okay with that?!”
“Sure, why wouldn’t she be okay with it?”
“Well, I hate to break it to you, John, but your girlfriend obviously hates my guts!”
“Exactly, that’s why I wanted to move here, for you girls to… bond,” he smirked at that.
Obviously, that didn’t come out pretty well. It made matters worse. Candace started to complain about him spending more time with me instead of her. That bitch. Obviously, who would want to spend the whole day with a girl who talks about herself?
Apparently, John just loves her too much, he can’t let her go.
What a guy.
The stars look really bright tonight, no sign of clouds anywhere. I love staring at them every night in my balcony.
I can still hear the fight, but it didn’t last long.
“Kate?” I heard someone form the door.
I opened it and saw John, so frail and desperate; his eyes red.
“John,” I can’t bear to look at him, so sensitive and fragile, he pulled me in a tight hug, and I hug him back, trying to comfort him as much as I could.
“Why do you stay with her if she makes you feel like a joke?” I ask him as we sit on the dining chairs.
“I don’t really know, Kate. Something tells me that this is wrong, something tells me that I should leave her, but…”
“So what, you left her there and you thought of coming to me for this? Hello, John, I care about you, but I’m no expert in terms of relationships.” I pointed out.
He looked at me with those desperate eyes.
“What are you planning to do?” I ask him.
“I need time to think,” he finally said.
“Where?”
“The docks,”
Docks, the same place where we used to fool around and think of everything; where the sky would appear like a huge dome on top of you, full of stars.
