night i'd rather forget.

I remember it like it was yesterday. The cold dark night, the silent anticipation of things to come, the morbid hope that I would be wrong. I sat next to a good friend. His hair fell over his brown empty eyes. He had been telling me all night what to do in my current predicament. I obeyed. He told me we should follow her. I could still see her light grey eyes open and close as they spoon fed me lies. I could still hear her last words roll off her cozened tongue. Somewhere deep inside me i knew the truth. I knew the cold hard facts. 1. She was lying 2. I was a fool 3. It was over. As i sat in the passenger seat of that dark red ford pickup truck i knew that this moment was something that would change my life. I didn't say a word, my body language was screaming insecurities. The lights were off. Then she emerged from the house like a enemy fighter preparing for battle. I wasn't.

She was with her short stalky friend and i was with mine. There they stood completely unaware of our existence. She was in a green dress, and all this for a study visit to starbucks? My friend and i knew the answer. She wore a mask of love, and trust when all she really knew was deciept and guilt. She crossed through the yard into the car and all i could help thinking was where, who, why and what did i do to deserve this? The truth is no one deserves this.

We kept out of sight, we crept around the corner, we floated through the night like two shadows. And that's what we were. Shadows, dancing across the background of her night. We followed them down streets to a parking lot. It was a large parking lot and her trust for me removed her suspicion of me not trusting her. Around the corner we hid, like spies gathering intelligence. Both of us watched the scene unfold. A second car, an suv, another guy. In some ways i've learned to thank him. In others I can't help but resent him. She arose out of her car, and walked with such purpose, such pr-meditated infidelity. The kiss. The way my stomach turned. The tear that fell down my cheek. I'd never look at her the same way. My friend didn't say a word. He wasn't the type to ignite my already blazing flame. He knew that there were no words to console me.

I once saw her as beautiful. Now in a matter of seconds she became some else to me. Something ugly and vile. Something that I never wanted to be. She became the one thing we always swore we'd never be. She just did the things that she promised she'd never do. Her eyes turned black like coals. Her skin turned into a course paper. I no longer saw her the same. After all these years, and it all comes to this. The house of cards. Love is a house of cards. She is a house of cards. No matter how many attempts i made to stack it, it always falls.

I sat speechless. No word could describe my thoughts. No pen could name this feeling. This was the one time i never wanted to be right. Everything changed. Her look was no longer sweet to my eyes, it was bitter. Her dress was no longer glamorous, for the first time i saw her for exactly what she was. Fake.