Now I can’t be sure if Eros was hungover when he made the match of my two college friends, but it sure seemed so. My college husband as we joked, Vincent and my college best friend so far, Gertrude worked interestingly at best, as a pair. They were so wrapped up in their friendships that neither of them would make a move. I could see it in the way they met eyes, the moment too long before they broke eye contact. They were too different I thought, but their love made me jealous. I wanted someone to dance all night with and to hold me when I needed. Moreover, I had fallen head over heels for Gertrude. My feelings seemed to have no weight when they were so wrapped up in their own little world. So engrossed with each other that I was nothing more than an afterthought. I can’t seem to give her up but I should. I should leave her to be with Vincent and let them be in love without me interfering.