8 Years

8 years.
Cheated some, probably.

But still, 8 years.

For one girl.

8th anniversary: girl brings different boy.
Kisses boy.

"We're over," said girl.

You could hear the cracks.

Oh, no...

He changed girlfriends like he changed clothes.

I was always there to see them go.

He claimed that he had a 'wandering' heart.

I told him he was full of shit and didn't want to commit.

"When one door closes, another opens," he announced.

I gave him the hairy eyeball and asked if he just compared ladies to doors.

He laughed seductively.

I couldn't help myself.

I laughed with him.

Shit.

I'm in trouble.

I've fallen in love.