I wasn’t expecting this.
You caught me off guard, and you caught me pretty well.

We just had a lousy time with some shitty people.
And so we left.
And we talked. No…YOU talked.
I listened. HARD.
And you held my hand.
I thought you needed comfort. You were telling me about the recent death of your brother. Your only remaining family.
And so I held yours.
We walked like that. Two sad souls.
Then you pulled me. And kissed me. Hard.
And I kissed back. Hard.
Why?
Why not?
This was so trivial.
But we were…consoled.
Then, things turned unpleasant.
You started throwing curses. At ME.
And I watched. Appalled.
WTF??!
And you think I’d stay restrained?
Hah!
And so I gave my share of profanities.
You gave yours.
It shattered the whole peaceful scenery.
The white sand, the beach, the cool wind, the pale moon.
All gone.
Civility lost its course, too.
What the bloody f*ck was going on??!
Then you started talking about HER.
Ah…so there really WAS something about you two.
But she’s not here now, right?
She left.
But you were SOOO guilty.
You felt you cheated her. And you used me.
Darn.
Later, you told me you were sorry.
Like hell.
But you kissed me. Again.
And I kissed back. Again.
Why?
Why not?
Hah!

Ah…revenge will never be sweeter.