Why? What happened? How did we end up here? I try to explain it to myself, images just flashing through my head-
I glance through the window from the balcony and see you dance with him.
“Do you hate me?” you ask, “No, the only thing matters to me is if you still love me” i say, you hold my head in your hands, and we kiss.
We should have just stopped then, called it a night and gone home.