We'd shared the same pair of jeans, sipped from the same cup of bubble tea with one straw, whispered our deepest secrets to each other in the quiet of the night.
But I eventually realized we had very different definitions of what we meant to each other.
She was bold and outgoing, surrounded by countless friends besides me.
I was quiet and reserved. Besides her, everyone else was just an acquaintance.
We were destined to drift apart.
Until Jeffrey came along.
During that time, the two of us grew closer than we'd ever been.
Until I became the third wheel among the three of us.
She made a scene; he laughed it off. And I spiraled until I nearly lost my mind.
Just like that day.
I didn't care anymore. I smashed everything in that private room, then collapsed in tears, demanding answers from him.
"Jeffrey, do you even have a conscience? I cut ties with my own parents to marry you!"
His voice was flat, but I'll never forget what he said.
"If you had a conscience, would you have cut ties with your parents?"
That sentence was like a knife straight through my heart. It sobered me up completely.
Thinking of this, I looked calmly at the woman's face.