"Wanna meet up soon? Gonna forget how you look like? "

I felt disinclined to reply, knowing full well, it was gonna tear open the already healed wound wide apart. I pondered the motives for meeting, friends or favour? The cynic in me never believed people would meet for the sake of meeting.

But the curious cat in me replied her with, how does Tuesdays dinner sound?

When I saw her, she was slimmer and prettier than ever. She walked with an air of elegance that reminded me why I fell in love with her in the first place.

"New bag?" I asked.

"Yeah, he bought it for me on Christmas" She replied.

Prada was a Brand never in my dictionary. It was an overpriced piece of accessory that I could never afford.

After much catch up and small chatter, she confessed that the relationship was on the rocks and she needed some emotional support.

Right...
and there I thought I would be the last person for that job.

It didn't matter, she broke down and cried there and then. I could never stand to see a woman cry. It made me almost sympathetic about her plight. I was never good at consoling, but at least I knew I had lent a listening ear. Truth be told, it tears my heart to see her like that. Maybe I should never have replied that message, maybe I should have ignored it. But would I feel any happier?

I doubt.