The more she thought about it, the more she laughed at her own jealousy. It couldn't possibly be true anyway. After all they had been through, after everything he had promised, he couldn't have possibly moved on that fast. Or at least she hoped. But then again, no. She would never wish that same fate on the poor girl. Unfortunately though, people never change. At least not without something really worth changing for and this girl couldn't be that special.

Time. It takes time. Something of which he hadn't had enough of. Unless, of course, he didn't need time. She dared to say it was all a lie, some sort of game he was playing. If that was true, she definitely had won. She was finally truly and so deeply in love. In love with someone who she trusted to be in control. Someone who would never leave. And because His arms were now constantly around her, she didn't need him anymore.

She had comfort and refuge in the only one who could truly change her. And he, well, he is still searching all the wrong places for the one thing she has already found.

She didn't like face to face conversations. Writing was easier. It allowed her to disconnect from the conversation and the situation. Almost as if a character she created was engaging in the talk instead of her. She was writing a story. The story of her life as she wished it was being lived.