Secrets: A love Triangle

Prologue

I don't write this story reader, to glamorise what I have done. No affair is a proud feat, no lie; is the be admired. I write this tale to attempt accountability, to try and unblurr the lines of right and wrong that somehow got twisted so so long ago. 

I don't think I know how to love, I know I should, I see how couples interact, you see see I've watched all the good movies. I try my best to watch and reciprocate what my partner deals out to me, I try to be normal; but I don't think I am. I don't think I know how to love. 

All through school, primary and high school, making friends was easy, keeping them; the challenge. Kids love to make new friends to make new friends. Our eager minds and personalities all thrown into school together, make this oh so exciting. However Even though high school my friendships has expiries. I never understood it. 

Learning the hard way, I decided that friends were not so worth it. Not worth the physical heart ache of rejection. I was my own best friend, and this was ok. Always so happy in my own company, I went to work, came home and did my own thing. This worked for me. I threw myself into my job, food and that was that. 

Soon after high school, fed up; a switch flicked in my brain and I convinced myself that my pudgy exterior was the reason for my outcast. I striped down 52kgs, turned into a 5,10 natural blonde bombshell, I was unstoppable. I had this new power, eyes turned everywhere I went, everybody wanted to know me, everybody wanted me in their life. Me. Me... 

What does one, so socially neglected do with such power? This is when the trouble began.