Alice checked the small calendar she kept in her purse. August 5. Had it really been a month? A month since the break-up? A month since she and Francis had agreed to simply "be friends?" It wasn't possible. She didn't know how to feel at that moment. On one hand, she was glad he was gone. The stupid frog always seemed to get on her nerves. He always insulted her cooking, criticised her fashion sense, and seemed to flirt with every girl he saw whenever they went out to the cinema or to a café. On the other hand, there was a part of her that actually missed him. She missed his quirks, missed his pet names for her, missed how much he cared for her. Alice would never admit it, but she actually cared about him as much as he did her. I suppose I should have told him how I felt, she thought, How could I be such a git?