Short and Simple

Gone

SHE WALKED PAST ME WITH OUT A WORD AND OPENED THE DOOR. 

"Wait," I tried, but it was no use. She was gone, gone because of me. I couldn't blame her for leaving, but at the same time, I didn't want her to go. 

She suspected me of lying to her, and as much as I tried to convince her otherwise, she wouldn't believe me. She said that she didn't want to take that chance again. I had a record for not being honest with her, but she forgave me every time, except this time. 

She was right. I was lying to her. Right now, she didn't know exactly what, just relying on that accurate gut-feeling of hers. But she's right and she'll probably figure out the truth sooner or later. 

We've been together for a few months, but this past month, the bridge between Jas and I started widening. We both got busier, but she always managed to send me a message. I would have sent a few too, but only if I could get over that annoying voice in my head. 

Oh Jas, smart, beautiful, wise beyond her years. She always had a solution to my problems and never got the credit she deserved. 

Yes, she was the definition of a fine lady, a grand woman, but recently I started finding Brittany more attractive, the slutty white girl had the perfect curves and fulfilled my needs when my hormones got the best of me. 

Jas will find out soon and she's gonna regret giving me all those chances. She's gonna hate me, but what could I do? 

Jas was great, but Brittany was better. Unlike Jas, Brittany was always available. I guess having a credible reputation and an honorable position meant you spent half of your day sitting in an office. Jas liked that for some reason; she took pride in what she did and she was popular among everyone. Don't get me wrong. Any guy would be lucky to even have a decent conversation with her, and I had the pleasure of knowing her personally, but our time was over. I guess she was right about another thing, that I never loved her. It;s an art, an illusion, and I'm great and painting illusions, making non-existent things seem real. 

Maybe I did love her once, but I don't know when it stopped. I don't know when my feelings for her turned into water, transparent and flavorless. 

I didn't want her to go. Why? I loved her? No. Because deep down, I know she didn't deserve any of this. Deep down, I know that she's the best I'll ever have. 

But she's gone.