Now, let me tell you something about Mandy, she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen and it made me sure that I was crazy about my girlfriend because in any other circumstance I would've fallen at Mandy's feet with no shame.

So, she walks in and notices me right away and walks over to greet me. She hugs me and asks me how I am and what I'm doing here; I could tell there was something on her mind. I told her about the break-up, expecting her to know about it already since she was the 'best friend', but she didn't and was heavily astonished. (Everyone was when they found out, just goes to show how imprudent we were being).

Anyway, she asked me what happened but I told her I didn't want to talk about it and I veered the conversation toward her. I asked her what she was doing out this late, alone at a bar and she told me that her father was having another affair and her mother had no idea. Apparently, the first time it happened, her mother went into depression when she found out.

Mandy's life was worth making a TV drama about. To describe her life as a train wreck would be an understatement. I didn't understand how she managed to compose herself so well in our everyday lives.

I bought us drinks and we talked and talked until I started to feel lighter; it was either that or I was getting drunk.

I told her that she didn't deserve any of what was happening to her and she cried softly. I wiped away the tears from her cheeks and she then held my hands in hers and kissed them. I remember looking up questioningly into her eyes that were so full of pain.

And then she kissed me.