“He’s done it again hasn’t he?” bill mumbled, His chest tight.

He’s seen so many of your lovers, come and go, hurt you physically and emotionally. He’s witnessed it all and sat by for support, as your best-friend.

He watched you waste your life, chasing lovers who didn’t give you even a morsel of respect.

If only you looked his way, it was a simple case of unrequited love.

“Let it out, doll, you can cry.” He mumbled into your hair as you sat in his small LA apartment.