It’s him.

I never thought I’d see him again.

The bastard.

The bastard that used me.

The bastard that used me for his amusement.

I can’t believe she’s going out with him.

I thought she had better taste in men.

Why would she go out with him?

Oh wait.

I never told her his name.

She doesn’t know he’s a player.

She has no idea.

But look at her.

Look at the way she’s looking at him.

She’s really into him.

She seems happy.

Maybe he’s changed?

How could he have?

It’s only been three weeks.

Geez he moved on so quickly.

I wonder how many girls he’s used?

Oh damn.

What should I do?

Should I tell her?

What if she doesn’t believe me?

I have to tell her.

He’s watching me.

He’s looking at me like he doesn’t know me.

Maybe he’s forgotten me.

We were quite drunk.

I was so stupid.

I was so naive.

She’s my best friend.

I want her to be happy.

I don’t want her getting hurt.

Damn. Will I tell her or not?

Tomorrow.

I’ll tell her tomorrow.