About 4 months ago, W called me up. This is very unusual since he never calls me. That is , unless he wants something from me. As my senses had it, he told me he and his beloved girlfriend had broken up.
W and I had a history of an on-off relationship. Never steady or serious but still a rather weird relationship of more than friends but less than lovers deal. But like I said earlier, it is HISTORY. Now the idea of jumping into coupledom with W was quiet tempting. After all, I believe I still carry a small torch for him. He claimed he was in love with me before. A statement he still uses until this day despite the fact that we never had a proper date or lovers status. Anyhow, the little voice in the back of my head kept screaming, “REBOUND!”
I became uncertain of my place in his demented life. W and I never did manage to meet up. Things just conveniently got in our way.
3 days ago, I heard he has gotten back with his ex. Now, I would love to say that I am 100% glad that they are back together again. To say ii simply, they deserve each other. But then again, I will be lying. I felt betrayed by his actions. What am I? Just a piece of flesh that only suits his fancy whenever he needs company?
Looking on the bright side. I guess we can say that I am lucky not to have a boyfriend like W. After all, I would not have known who is he seeing on the side besides me. Plus somehow, my friends do not like him at all despite my deep admiration and infactuation of this man. So it is rather hard if people that I care about refuse to get along with my partner.
So in the end of the day, who is the winner here? 
There is always a positive side to everything. Just at times we need to look deeper and harder enough.
