I didn't want to see video's and pictures of me happy in his arms. I didn't want to remember how perfect it felt. I had thought my old life had been a faded memory, but I now knew it was even worse. It had been a total lie. It always had been.

Her: I never questioned why he was there- all I cared about were thoes blissful hours he was free to spend in my bed. Him: I never questioned why she was there, or how easily she'd fallen into my bed. I was just so glad to have her there.

...and I'd let the him- the enemy, capture the one thing I'd promised myself I'd never give up... my heart.

I turned around in my seat to stare once more at thoes lips. Lips that could senda woman reeling... Or whisper a lifetime of pretty lies.

"Night, sweetie," he said and I waited hopefully. Then all he said was, "Love you" I swallowed. "Love you, too," I echoed. When did we drop the I? I wondered. When did I love you turn into the abbreviation love you?

He gave me the stars... and a night that would last forever.

I wondered wildly if there was some way to make this night last forever. Maybe we could lasso the moon and ride it forever through the stars so the dream would never end. These weren't the kind of thought I usually had but that's what he did to me.

The only thing that finally tore us away from the dance floor was the dress code- clothes. We had to keep them on.

"To hell with today, to hell with tomorrow- tonight we dance." And so we did. Filling our minds with nothing but the moment.

My friends tell me that they're proud of me for moving on. For realizing that I could do way better. For being strong. They ask me, "Who needs him?" Trying hard not to cry, I whisper softly under my breath, "I do... so bad"