I almost slapped her in the face as if I didn’t remember that she’s a girl. No, she’s neither my wife nor my girlfriend. But yes, she’s the girl that I really want to take care of. She said we are best friends. But I think it should be more than that, more than anything in this world that I can even never belong to. She’s the precious living thing ever that I have ever known. No, I am not the guy who is abusive. Yes, I almost slapped her in the face that evening. But, it ended up with me just hit the table too hard so it a bit broke my knuckle and made me had to see the doctor afterwards.
“ I love him, Ron. I love him a lot!” said she calmly. She wasn’t crying. Oh she was actually. She tried so hard to hide it I could so clearly saw those small particles ran down her pretty face. She was lying about it which is she’s really good at. But never works to me. I knew she cried. at least, inside.
“ You love him too much you hurt yourself. You even realized that he doesn’t love you AT ALL!” my tone a bit bolder when I said those last two words.
“ He might love me...”
“ He might NOT love you too!!!” I cut her fast.
She exhaled.
“ What do you know about love?” She stared right to my eyes sharply.
I smirked. She knows my card. She knows everything about me.
“ Ha! what do you want to hear? About my failed relationships? About my girlfriend that killed my baby? Or, or, about My fiance that took my son away? tell me what you wanna hear!” cynically me.
“ What do you know about love, Ron? you’re a guy. Guys don’t know what love is!” here she was. This smartass challenged me.
“ Nah. you shot the target! Guys don’t know what love is! then you still think he loves you?” I won.