I saw her sitting there, the pretty girl. Her short blonde hair looking professionally colored and styled, her small figure in need of a man to hold her. Well, she did have a man to hold her. It was my man, my man who had been my man only a month prior to today. I’m a very independent person, I always gave him his space. I let him do what he wanted when he wanted, I came and supported him at his concerts and helped him when he needed help with the band and other things. I let him pick times and things that we were doing, never once being a burden to him. I was the best girlfriend I could possibly be. I knew at shows I had to let him work, do his job, and get to know fans. I understood that girls would be flocking over him, but did not want to be the type of girlfriend who would step in and make him kiss me at that moment.
But she was. She was needy, jealous, and always had to keep her eye on him. She hated me from the moment she saw me, and now seeing her, I realize that perhaps he always had his eye on her. When she ignored him for one time too many, he invested in me instead. Then, she got jealous and took him away. Figures.
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