The Building of betrayal was buzzing today...the Plurals milling about, pieces of paper clasped in one hand and moble phones in the other.
I wandered through the throng; photo here and there; a hug; a thank you; a smile...
Looking over he was watching me...the old timer; the one who was lapping up the glory...the previous one..the one...the single one who drove me into the blackness last September.
The egotistical bastard I had always been loyal to.
The egotistical bastard who pierced my soul and left me empty and worthless.
The egotistical bastard who last year, and the year before and the year before that, hugged me and kissed me and congratulated me.
The egotistical bastard who,dropped his gaze and never approached me today.
Well...Mr Ego Bastard, what a shrivelled, pathetic man you are. So small and so weak and so insignificant that you have no confidence to tread my path.
I walked past you several times...close...and still...I wonder if I should have stood in your way. You actually feared me.
Then Bitch 2 turned up...oh how refreshing...I looked, she could not hold my gaze...as I swept past. Small, eyes darting...fleshy body in those so unattractive trousers and pumps...I felt nothing as the silence engulfed the gulf.
Leaving...I sought my own space and my own place with Angel on the phone...away and frustrated with the complete cock up..AGAIN!!! Things will unravel, yet I want the solace of the time left before the madness of Autumn begins...
Some time to be someone's lover, someone's fantasy and someone's saviour...some time to be me.