That night I sat at the kitchen table playing with my dinner. Watching as the spaghetti slid through the fork. Suddenly I heard a knock on the door. I stood up and opened it.
Miley walked in, "ugh!"
I looked at her confusingly, "is everything ok?"
"No!"
I scratched my head, "want to talk about it?"
Miley sat on my couch, "sorry... I just, today wasn't good."
"What happened?" I asked as I sat next to her.
"So Liam picked me up from work today and we went out to look at wedding invitations and catering. Well we were walking around and as I asked him about things he just didn't seem to care! And so I asked him if he even cared! Then we got into a fight... I haven't talked to him in an hour."
A whole hour? That must hurt. I looked at Miley, "he's just probably nervous. Ya know? I mean he's a guy, us men don't really know how to plan weddings or what would be best for a wedding."
"I guess..."
"You want dinner?"
She smiled, "yes!"
(Flashback; 5 months ago)
I grabbed a coffee and sat next to Miley, "so, how's that yoga guy?"
She laughed, "His names Liam. And we're doing great actually; we've gone out several of times. I think we can actually call ourselves a couple."
"Have you guys kissed?"
She shook her head, "nope."
"Then you can't call yourselves a couple." She punched me in the arm, "ow! Fine whatever, you're a couple."
She smiled, "thank you."
"Do you like him?"
She nodded, "I do. He's really cute and funny. He seems to never run out of things to talk about."
"Hmmm, sounds like my kind of guy."
"Shut up Nick." she said with a laugh.
"Well, I'm glad you're happy."
She put her head on my shoulder, "thanks."
I could feel the pain in my heart grow bigger. But I tried to ignore it; there was absolutely nothing I could do, so why even try? She was dating someone else... I clearly needed to move on.