Don’t come back and pretend to tell me; The night you’ve had with your made up stories; I was there but you didn’t see me;
There you were and the floor was empty; You and him getting more than friendly; It was just a kiss, but I could see you meant it…

I’d heard the story a hundred times. I just never thought it would happen to me and him. Yes, I know I’d heard stories about him too, but I always thought, with me, it would be different.
It wasn’t.
And here he was again, making his excuses, “Babe, you know I love you, I would never do something like that to you. She was just all over me, baby.”
I was standing in the door of my apartment, arms crossed across my chest, barring his way in. “Really? Because this time I saw you Lawrence, I saw you. And that wasn’t what it looked like at all.”
A flash of surprise crossed over his face, “Then you must have seen how it was. I wasn’t doing anything.”
I shook my head, closing the door, “I know what I saw Lawrence. Once a cheater, always a cheater.”