Beautiful. That's all she ever was to me. Which is really an understatement, but who cares. She was my greatest friend. She was always there for me, and that's one of the things I admired most about her. We were simply close friends, but over the course of time, something changed. And through a series of complicated things that could really be saved for another time, she became my main chick. And I was truly happy. Not saying my life was great, but just knowing that I had her made every problem seem pointless. Which is how I guess every guy feels when they find that special someone. But for me, I think it was more of a feeling of luck. Because honestly, she deserved so much better to me only at the time I was too selfish to see it. Anyway, we spent a lot of time together and really got to know each other and it was great. Then along the way something changed. Something that really became a catalyst for a whole lot of BS that I don't even know if I should continue to talk about.

Like I said it was around this time that things started to change. It wasn't some sudden drastic change. But that's probably what made it worse because it was so gradual I never saw it coming until it was too late. To keep it simple I began to forget. When this whole thing began she was amazing. But now she was just kind of there. I had forgotten what made her so unique. She was still special to me in a way, but I don't know. Something just wasn't right. Which I guess happens to everyone at some point. Anyway, I was talking to some of my friends and we were chilling at this place. Us being guys and being bored made a bet. The bet was simple. One guy picks out a girl, the other guy has to try to get that girl's number. Plain and simple. Succeed you get pride. So I didn't really think any of it, especially being the guy that I am. My friend picked a girl. Now I could describe what she looked like, but that's not important... I will say that she didn't look better than my main chick, only I didn't realize it at the moment. So I went up to the girl and I was honest. I told her about the bet and surprisingly she gave me her number. Now that should have been a sign because any girl who just gives you her number out of a bet probably isn't any good. Don't ask me why I kept the number, or why I started talking to her even though I had the main chick because I can't tell you why I did it. Time went on and then one day I was texting the other girl and my main chick, and they both sent me the same message. Three simple words. I love you. At that moment I realized that shit just got real.

So now I found myself in an awkward place. I had the main chick and a side chick. Both of which seemed to care about me more or less. So what do I do? Well instead of just ending the whole thing I figure I would just go along with it and see what happens. I figured one of them would get tired of me or something anyway so I might as well enjoy it while it lasts. So I did, and it really was pretty good. I pretty much had it made. I did what I wanted. My main chick was already really sweet and what not. she always went out of her way to do things for me and stuff. Then having a side chick meant that I had someone else to do everything she didn't do. at the moment I thought it was a beautiful thing. Everything was good and I had no problems. Then like all relationships things change. But it was a good change because as I got to know them both more I developed a little system. As I got to know them better the benefits of having both of them only got better. I guess to sum all this up my life couldn't have been better. The two girls didn't know about each other, and since I was happy I didn't mind doing things to make them happy. it truly was a win-win situation.

Before you hear the rest of this story let me first say I never meant for any of this to happen. My biggest regret is the way it ended. I also want to say that I am not a complete douche. As this story unfolds itself it may seem that way, and yeah, I made some reckless decisions, but the truth is throughout the whole thing I always did what I felt was best for me. It is only now when I reflect on the past can I see that I was wrong no matter what I did. If you are wondering this all happened some years ago, back in the day.

But like all people at the height of a good thing, I never thought it would end. Honestly, it didn't just end. It actually came crashing down on top of me, leaving nothing left, but broken dreams, broken hearts, and broken spirits.

Like I said above, all ended pretty badly, to say the least, but let me go back to before the beginning of the end to shed some light on exactly what happened. It was a normal day. My main chick was getting ready to go somewhere to visit some family. I went and saw her before she left. She told me that before she left that there was a surprise she wanted to give me. She told me to close my eyes so I did, and then she kissed me. This was actually our first kiss. At that moment I never realized that she was never coming back. Anyway, since she was gone I made plans to go to the movies with my side chick. Later that night when I was chilling with my side chick I kept getting a text from my main chick. I figured she was out of town, and whatever she wanted to talk about could wait. After the movie, we were just chilling. Two people with nothing better to do. Honestly, it was a special moment. She started talking about her dreams and stuff, and I just kind of listened occasionally nodding in agreement. Then she started talking about us. How special we were, and kind of felt bad. considering she didn't know about my main chick. Then I made a huge mistake. I told her that I had a surprise for her. I told her to close her eyes, and as you can guess I kissed her. I wish I could say it didn’t mean anything, but I honestly don't remember. It just kind of happened. So, I went home and that's when my main chick called. She told me the journey was canceled so she just chilled around town. Then she asked me a question that started the beginning of the end. She asked me about the kiss. I said it was good. Then she said " No. The other kiss"

Well, I guess you already know what happened. I don't really have an end to this story because I don't see the point in telling it. You can all guess that she was pissed, and I tried to make it right, but I couldn't. There was nothing I could say to justify my actions. Which honestly is a personal problem. But since this is my story I can talk about my personal problems. The worst part about the whole thing isn't the mark left on my face from when she slapped me. It's not the fact that she will probably always hate me. It's the fact that because I was stupid she will never be the same. She will never love the same, or trust the same way ever again. Which is the biggest travesty of this whole story? I guess I am saying all of this to say that even though side chicks have great benefits it never works out in the end. Somebody always ends up scarred. And scars never truly heal. $ads={2}
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