The Night We Met

You are a fool.

The first time I met you, you were with her. I had never met either of you before, but we were all out at the bar. I was introduced to you both seperatly, and I remember thinking she was cute. As the evening wore on, when I happened to glance at the two of you, it was obvious how together you were. And I thought how great it was that you were so into each other you could be in a room full of people and not notice anyone else but yourselves.

Then she and I became friends and I discovered what a fantastic person she was. We grew closer and she honored me with her confidence. She shared with me some of the troubles in your relationship, and I was surprised.

We both attended a reception the night you broke up with her, and later we had a drink while she cried over the loss. I put her in a cab and sent her home, then spent the rest of the night wondering what was in your head.

From that day to this, I still can't figure it out, but I can tell you you are fool and have no idea how lucky you were.

I would give anything if she would look at me the way she looked at you the night we met.