„If he wasn’t going to love me, he wasn’t going to love anyone.“ Pushing the ugly and selfish thought away from her head was not at all easy. She was looking at the picture of him smiling and holding the pretty brunette in his arms. „Why the f…ck did I open her page?“ She was getting immensely angry with herself for not being able to stop thinking about him. „Why do I do it to myself? Why can’t I just let him go and be happy? Do I love him?“ She finally managed to close the Instagram page of the brunette and poured herself a glass of red. Her husband gave her a brief glance: „All ok, Sugar?“ She nodded. She took a sip. The wine was pleasantly warming her throat. „In the end it was me not giving him any chance last year. It was me choosing my choice and getting married, so why do I sit here thinking of him all the time?“ She took a sip. „Well, she is pretty… she seems smart and devastatingly happy, while still it is her putting this pic out there, not him. The things cannot be considered too serious, unless the guy posts it anyhow“ „If he wasn’t going to love me, he wasn’t going to love anyone“ was echoing in her head again. She closed her eyes. Took a sip wishing the brunette to disappear…