I walk into the loft from coming from Mimi's just as Mark leaves. "Oh. Hi." I say. Mark seems really down and out of it. "Hey, I'm going out to film for a while. Goodbye Roger." Mark grabs his bike and leaves. Something how he said that made me feel weird. Oh well.

I plop down on the sofa and I grab my guitar and start plucking out tunes for a new song. Something catches my eye. I see a letter with my name scrawled on the top laying on the coffee table in front of me.

To Roger

I open the letter and begin to read it:

Make your choice.

Me or her. Make your choice

Because I can't take this anymore.

The secrets

The hiding

I can't take it

Bound by your love

Your kisses like inch thick chains

Friends forever you said

Well it turned into something so much more

I love you, and I can't hide it

But she loves you too and you can't deny it

So make your choice

I know your heart's bleeding

But mine is too

It's wrong what we're doing

It's just not right, hiding our love behind a veil

So choose me or her

Make your choice

Wait, what am I thinking?

I'm hurt, but I know who's better for you

She is, she needs you

And you need her, I can tell

So I once said to choose me or her

But never mind, I'll make the choice for you

Choose her, because you belong together

Choose her, because I could never make you feel

Like how she makes you feel

I'll miss you Roger, that fact I can't hide

Your kisses, warm hugs, and passion

Will be a memory of a love

That was never meant to be

We'll always be friends

Just not what we used to be

I love you Roger, but don't linger on me

Because the girl downstairs needs you

So give her all the love you once shared with me

Because she deserves so much better

But I love you, although you may hate me now

I know I'm doing something that's best for you

So go with her and leave me

Because I know I'm doing something

That'll be good for you in the end

~Mark

I close the letter as tears dripped on my guitar. Why? Why would you think that? If I had to choose I don't know what I'd do. I liked Mimi, but I loved you Mark. Yes Mimi needed me, but I needed you. Why would you think I would choose her, when I would have chosen you?

I stuffed the letter into my pocket, not ever wanting to lose it. I wipe my eyes and retreat into my room to cradle my broken heart.