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Torn between.... the man I loved, and the man who loves me.
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It was a cool night, but I didn't feel cold at all. You were beside me, that protective stance so dominant it scared January's chill away. You led me into the night, and unknowingly to him, the man I used to love. Used to love because I had no choice but to let go. The woman who sat beside him now is no rival but a dear, dear friend. Even before I lifted my eyes to meet his, she smiled at me and said hello. He must understand, I had to let him go. Now you look at me, unconscious of the memories that broke free in my mind, taking their turns slowly in my consciousness, and most painfully. Irony is no friend. And fate? I cannot tell. Of all nights, of all places, of all the rows of seats that presented themselves before us, you had to choose two behind theirs. And as the angelic voices drifted off stage and hovered around us, I caught his glances, one after another. And guilt came seeping up my spine. You talked and laughed as we made conver