Love! Love!! Love!!! This really gets me thinking and it holds a deep spot which is equally sore, wounded and defeated within me. I feel like I am not capable of loving anymore because of my experience in the past. Yeah! Love is not something that could be said to be physical, but it can be translated into the physical through some expressions.

Far back in school there was this girl that I hardly ever talked to her through the years in school. This could also be said for my friends too who were not on good terms with her. Quite a few years into school I began to notice some changes within this girl. From a young girl Martha was growing into a beautiful young woman. I saw the changes in her and I told my friends about this changes in Martha, but they were all quick to dismiss my findings. I later went out of my way to actually talk with Martha so as to get to know her, I was actually setting the ground to ask her out. While I was doing this I told my best friend about this and he was like I should leave the girl alone. He said that there is no need for me to make any move on Martha because there was nothing to gain from her. On my own end I saw a beauty with potentials for me as a girl friend. I told my friend categorically that I wanted this and I was going to get what is mine.

A few weeks later I went for a visit to check up on my friend. While he went to ease himself in the bathroom I just took his phone to play with normally, but something told me to go through his phone. I saw the unbelievable, my friend was already chatting with Martha on phone already and this was not too good for me. It was like a sort of betrayal. I continued down the chat and found out that he just asked her out the week before and she replied him by saying she would think about it.

I was angry and vexed at this and I confronted my friend with what I had seen and he was not even a teeny weeny bit remorseful for what he did. I went out of his house a angry man too think within myself on what to do. The next day my friend came to my house and tried telling me to understand his view on the girl. I told him I was already in love with Martha and he very much knows that for a fact. I asked why he could do such a thing to me. He told me that I just have to forgive him and I have to consider him now that Martha had already consented to his request. I was shocked by this. I almost passed out. This was the love of my life being taken away from by own friend. Is love a betrayal? I do not know about this.