Monnique was with someone else now. She was fucking someone else every night. She moved on and she was happy. They went out to dinner together on the weekends. He complimented her appearance and made her feel beautiful. He walked her home after their dates. He may even love her… Did she love him? What was he like? What did he look like? How old was he? If he was a doctor, he must be older than her. Was she happy? After everyone left my apartment, I sat on my couch. The TV was off and all I could hear was the sound of my own breathing. All the lights were off because I wanted to hide from the world. I just couldn’t believe she was seeing someone… I hadn’t even thought about being with someone new. The idea was too hard to even contemplate. Hazel was a beautiful girl with an awesome personality. She offered to have sex with me, no strings attached. But I couldn’t do it. I loved Monnique too much to be with someone else. How could she move on?
