I can't fucking believe it. I say to myself as I see you holding onto another guy's neck in the club. I came a few minutes before our meeting because yes, I was desperate to finally see you, but I guess you had other plans. My jaw clenches and I force myself to look away, taking steps towards the terrace of the site.

We're not together... yet. In fact, I thought we were pretty good, I was thinking of asking you to make the relationship serious one of these days. Well, not anymore. You know? The worst thing is that I had been feeling for days that you were playing a game with me and that I was not going to end up well.

You never like to go out with me in public, but I thought it was because you're overwhelmed by fame. You always avoid the topic of serious relationships, you always avoid the topic of meeting my family, for God's sake you have never even talked to me about your family, and we have been sleeping together for months. I guess for you I'm just another toy on the shelf, that you only pick up when you're bored enough.

Well, no, I don't like it. So, let's turn the tables, see who plays with who now. When you need me most... boom, I'll disappear.

I compose myself, take a deep breath, and re-enter the club, confident. And from what I see, your friend, who is probably another of your victims, has left you alone in the bar. It takes a few seconds to do it, but I finally approach you.

"Hello, beautiful" I say, leaning on the bar. "I didn't see you among so many people." I'm lying, but how are you going to notice? you are also a liar.