I was hoping to tell you at the party. But I saw you. I saw you kissing her, and not me. I drop my cup and run out of the house, abandoning the music and sound. I can hear you calling my name, running after me, begging me to come back to that house. I keep running, not turning back. I love you. If I see your face, I’ll break down, I know it. I’m crying, tears streaming down my face, staining my cheeks, droplets on my clothes. You catch up and grab my arm. “Why are you leaving me?” You pant, fear in your eyes. “I thought you could love me. I really did.” I’m still crying. “I do love you. Who wouldn’t?”