I loved my friend dearly. Almost like family. I knew the rules. We didn’t share lovers. We don’t associate with a person if the other person didn’t like them. The lines were pretty clear. Except for that one night….

That one night I took the night by storm and she wasn’t around. But a friend was…her friend I suppose…but not really because they were never that serious. Something casual, she even told me it was nothing. I never viewed him as something for me until that night….

But that’s against the rules. The one rule you claim is the first you break. In hindsight it all seemed so simple, just walk away. Yet he was right on time and in the end I needed that spark to show me I was still living not dying fighting the good fight.