~*Connie's POV*~
I'm standing here looking in the mirror and I can hardly stand the site of my own face. I know I told you, they were just my friends, but I think the only person I was fooling was myself. The handsome cowboy with his child like naiveness and the smooth Latin Casanova. I was spending almost every waking minute with one of the two, so wrapped up in them I hardly noticed the distance between us growing from a small gap to the Grand Canyon. I don't know why I did what I did the night I gave myself to him. I won't tell you which one it was, you'd only hold it against him. All I know is there was something about being in his arms that made me feel like I was soaring, the same feeling I used to get when we first got together, all those years ago. We were both foolish to believe we'd be the couple that broke the odds, that stayed together from the time they turned ten, forever. I mean to think we'd never love another for the rest of our lives. I didn't love them though, no I guess I did. I mean I must have to throw away everything I had with you for one night with him right? I almost feel like I betrayed the other one too. How wrong is that? Have I been filling him with false hopes that there was a future for us. And the one I was with that night, will he think I'm now his girl? I certainly hope not because I can't see myself as anyone's girl but yours. Tell me that doesn't sound pathetic after what I did. How could I even ask you to forgive me? I don't know maybe it's wishful thinking that you'll still stay with me. It retrospect I have to say, he wasn't worth it. It wasn't worth it. I love you, I always have. Please don't cry, god I've never seen you cry before. No don't walk out the door! Don't leave me! I'm sorry so sorry! Now you're gone and it wasn't worth it.
I'm standing here looking in the mirror and I can hardly stand the site of my own face. I know I told you, they were just my friends, but I think the only person I was fooling was myself. The handsome cowboy with his child like naiveness and the smooth Latin Casanova. I was spending almost every waking minute with one of the two, so wrapped up in them I hardly noticed the distance between us growing from a small gap to the Grand Canyon. I don't know why I did what I did the night I gave myself to him. I won't tell you which one it was, you'd only hold it against him. All I know is there was something about being in his arms that made me feel like I was soaring, the same feeling I used to get when we first got together, all those years ago. We were both foolish to believe we'd be the couple that broke the odds, that stayed together from the time they turned ten, forever. I mean to think we'd never love another for the rest of our lives. I didn't love them though, no I guess I did. I mean I must have to throw away everything I had with you for one night with him right? I almost feel like I betrayed the other one too. How wrong is that? Have I been filling him with false hopes that there was a future for us. And the one I was with that night, will he think I'm now his girl? I certainly hope not because I can't see myself as anyone's girl but yours. Tell me that doesn't sound pathetic after what I did. How could I even ask you to forgive me? I don't know maybe it's wishful thinking that you'll still stay with me. It retrospect I have to say, he wasn't worth it. It wasn't worth it. I love you, I always have. Please don't cry, god I've never seen you cry before. No don't walk out the door! Don't leave me! I'm sorry so sorry! Now you're gone and it wasn't worth it.
