I saw her again today, it has been so many years since I saw her last. Seven years or so since I walked away from her. I told her things weren't working out, I told her that we weren't meant to be. That wasn't the truth, the truth was I was betraying her, with a friend of hers no less, someone she had introduced me to and someone she had encouraged me to get to know. But I was weak, and a fool. I had the feeling then that she knew, I was young, and I am sure I wasn't any good at hiding it. But I broke her heart anyways, and for no other reason then I wanted what I didn't have. I saw no more future with one over the other. It started so small but grew until it consumed me and in the end caused me to damage my own life and hers too.

Now those eyes that once held such affection in them. Held kindness, hope, and love. Now when they see me they hold only pain, bad memories. Betrayal is a knife that cuts deep and leaves lasting scars, and while time heals wounds the scars of the wound persist, on the heart and soul. I regret now the pain I caused, that pain in her eyes hurts me in return, that peircing gaze after moments of recognition only serve to remind me of the person I was, the fool who should have been happy and loyal but instead broke a precious thing, a lover's heart.