“You’re a monster. I never want to see you again.” The truth was that she was right. I was a monster and I let my anger and jealousy get the best of me. I’d never lost control like that before, especially over a woman. I blew it. The best thing that had ever happened to me now hated me. Was she even capable of hate? Her eyes told me everything. That look of hurt, anger, and hatred would be forever etched into my memory. She deserved nothing more than to be happy and I needed to make sure she was. She’d get over what I’d done and she’d get over me. But I wasn’t so sure I’d ever get over her. I had ruined her birthday. Fuck, how did I not even know it was her birthday? I should have known. If only I would have opened up to her and told her everything about me, I would have known and things would have been different. A couple of weeks had passed since that night and every day became harder to deal with. I’d stop outside the window of the gallery and look in with the hopes of just seeing her and making sure she was okay.
