Arthur held you in his lap yet his eyes were not on you. His eyes were on your best friend, Mary. He was staring at her like she was an angel.

As soon as Mary said it was cold, Arthur was taking off his sweater and giving it to her. It was like he had totally forgotten about you — his girlfriend.

His eyes seemed to stray far away from her. You felt like nothing when he looked at you. Maybe Arthur loved her, maybe he never loved you that hurt the most.

Arthur didn’t know how you were feeling.