The Pieces of Margarita's Heart

       Only 1 more hour before that ungrateful bastard gets here. While I wait, I'll tell you the whole story.

      It all started about 15 months ago, when I met Gustavo. At first, we were just friends, but little by little we started liking eachother and we ended up being boyfriend and girlfriend, and everything was fine until like a week ago. I was just around town, running some errands, and when I finished, I decided to stop by his house and surprise him. He had given me the key to his home, so I unlocked the door, real softly, and tip toed all the way upstairs. I stopped at the door and opened it quietly and that's when I saw him in bed with that infernal beast. I backed away without saying a single word and ran (by now I was in tears) to my car. I was so pissed off and so upset that I began thinking about murdering both of them. I got to my house and locked myself in my room with the radio turned up as loud as it could go. I spent the rest of the day crying and I couldn't sleep because everytime I closed my eyes I saw that disgusting image in my head. I remember asking myself, "Why couldn't Gustavo just accept himself the way he was born, instead of playing cruel games with my heart?". I felt so powerless because I had no way of competing with that piece of retarded horse shit. Two days later I began to feel a little better, so I decided to invite Gustavo over to my house on Saturday to let him know that I knew his "little" secret and that I never wanted to see him again.

      Now, I'm just sitting here, practicing how I'm going to say it. Only 5 more minutes to go. I decided to wait in the living room. But now I'm beginning to have second thoughts about letting him know that I know everything. I heard the door bell, so I emotionally and physically prepared myself for what I was about to do. I opened the door and said:

--Gustavo, we are done. I don't want to see your face ever again.

He jumped back, kneeled down and said:

--Margarita, my heart, help me pick up the pieces.

        As soon as I heard this, I just wanted to throw my hands around him and never let go, but I shut the door and ran to my room. I locked the door, turned the radio up to maximum level so that I could deguise my cries. Then, I began to hate myself even more because, whether I liked it or not, I still loved Gustavo.