My Broken Heart

I can feel my heart breaking as I watch them kiss. The kiss itself is so filled with love and passion it hurts.

I should have known better though. Everyone kept warning me that Max wasn't gay, that he was just using me for fun. It was something I didn't want to believe, couldn't believe. We've been best friends since I can remember. It wasn't until about a year ago we started dating.

Everything was perfect, or so I thought. Now, I see the truth in all the lies standing right in front of me. Now I see why everyone kept warning me. I just wish I would have seen it sooner, before my heart fully belonged to him.

I turn away from the scene of him kissing Carla with tears in my eyes. I am unable to watch them anymore. He must have looked up as I turned my back because I hear him start calling to me.

"Wait, Victor!" I ignore him and keep going. I can't deal with this right now, I don't want him to see how much he's hurt me. He catches up to me and grabs a hold of my elbow, forcing me to look at him.

"Victor..." I hold up my hand to stop him before he can start spewing excuses.

"Don't Max, I saw and heard everything. You've been seeing Carla for a while and you are going to be a dad soon. Congrats by the way. I always thought you'd make a good one."

"Victor, don't do this. I-I love you." I stare at him for a second before sighing and shaking my head.

"You can't even say it without stuttering. Go back to Carla, I'm sure you have a lot to talk about. Please, it's best for all of us if you just let me go." With that said, I turn away from him once more. Now it's just me and my broken heart.