In a room filled with vintage pieces, my arms were wrapped around another man's waist as you watched from behind. You were playing your guitar and looking at me with those soft, baby brown eyes and I felt my heart constrict in my chest.

You said, "I'm just going out."

And my new man looked at you and nodded his head at your direction with a small smile. "Okay, man."

And when you left, my new man kissed me...

... it didn't feel the same like when you did it.

I tried to kiss back, really, but it didn't feel the same so when I pulled back I asked if I could go see if you were okay. He looked at me with eyes that were too young to actually understand what love is in a romantic setting.

So I left the room quickly. And I saw you on the couch just outside the room, still playing your guitar. I stood there in front of you and you stood up from your seat, leaving the guitar on the couch.

"Come on, let's talk first..." You said.

And you led me to a room and I saw the tears in your eyes. I broke down and cried, running towards you and flinging my arms around you.

"I don't love him, Bee. I can't risk of losing you."