It wasn’t fair what I did to him, because I knew that he liked her, and instead of backing off, I chose to proceed, and eventually caused her to fall for me, while I “fell” for her. I was stuck in a triangle which I wanted to escape from, and yet, chose to stay in.
She was nice to both of us, and to this day I never really knew or understood to which of us two her heart really belonged to. I had grown to like her even more as we had our small guitar lessons hidden by the music hall, exchanging guitar picks by using our lips.
I was seventeen when I had my first kiss. I kissed her lips and felt something that I thought was mine. It was something that belonged to me, despite the fact that it had been stolen. At the time I didn’t care because yet again, I let my feelings get in the way.
You see, I had turn this scenario into a cycle; a cycle that became a nightmare and a sad addiction. During the kisses and sweet happy days of me and this girl, I hurt my best friend and turned him against me. Not only that, but eventually I broke the triangle that had seem to be part of our friendship, eventually destroying any friendship and completely obliterating any trust that we had for one another.
We all parted ways and the storm brewed on the horizon once more, as I started to realize that this first "Love Triangle" would only be the first of many.
History was about to repeat itself.
And history is never pretty.