T H I R T Y O N E

While the class is busy and the professor is discussing, I am so pissed I want to throw my phone. I can't accept the fact he's flirting another woman online. Out of anger, I messaged him in an instant.

"Are you happy now?", in a state of fury.

"Baby, what is it this time?"

"Forget it. If it's this that you want, so be it. I'll give it to you.", you're driving me crazy.

"Hey, tell me. What are you talking about?".

"You know how sincere my feelings are. Don't you get it? I like you so much it hurts to see you entertaining other girls. Why can't you like me back? Why can't it be me?", is this how I'm going to confess?

"I don't get it, baby. What in the world did you see?".

"Don't you baby me! Don't you really understand? If there's really someone you like, then stop messing with me. You don't seem to realize that I'm already disturbed by girls coming after you and you, you dare to hurt me by entertaining them?".

"With that being said, have you ever considered my feelings too? Then who are those guys you keep on having conversation with? Those guys who'd keep linking their arms around your shoulder while you're walking in the corridor? Those guys who'd give you a peck on the cheek? What, just to say goodbye?".

"Because if you can do it, why can't I? Should I've just stayed quiet and watched you having the best time of your life while I sulk in the corner, crying and aching? I didn't want to allow you hurting or taking power over me but I still ended up deeply wounded. I'm sick of this, I am tired of being just another woman to you.", I blurted out. "I want to be the only woman in your life. I want to be the only hand you ever need to hold. Is it really impossible?", I added, in tears.