You looked very happy with your new boyfriend in that photo I saw on Facebook; your arm resting on the backrest of the chair he is sitting on. It is painful to think that I am not the one in that seat.
I see in that photo that you are among friends. Friends whose company I shared too, with you. Now they are with you and your new partner. I cannot help but feel a little betrayed. How can they accept this new guy, when I was there first? It is as if, they too have left me.
That photo was taken on a Saturday night. That must have been a fun dinner. You, with our friends. But you, with your new boyfriend. Last Saturday night I was alone. Feeling sorry for myself. While I was suffering, you were having dinner with them, You were having dinner with him. With your arm resting at the backrest of the chair your new lover is sitting on..