On my 5th month, I was a different person. I was no longer the chubby guy he first met. I felt really sexy, his ex would never have the chance to look down at me again. It was also then that I realized that in 5 months, we hardly had the chance to talk, go out and do the things we used to and enjoyed doing together before.
I called him, excited to show him how different I look now. His voice was distant on the other line and he said he wanted to talk to me too.
Meeting up, my worst nightmare was confirmed. I have lost Steve.
"Congrats. You look good..." was his words
"You approve?" I asked.
He gave me a weak smile. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe I didn't really care about how you look like before?" was his answer. I was speechless.
"You look good alright, but I hardly know you. You're not the guy I fell in-love with before."
"Steve...I did all of this for you." My head felt really heavy, it was a surprise I managed to remain seated without falling down.
I'm sure with the way you look now...you'd have no problem replacing me."
And he was gone...
