Life

I'm just now getting back from a performance at the Senior Banquet with the Quartet. I wasn't going to come home until the whole ceremony was over (we had already played) until my cell phone rang-- from 20 feet away where the orchestral ensemble was set up. It was my sister, so I took the opportunity to leave then. I wasn't out on the balcony for long when I saw Matt Allen (Mrs. Allen's son/my friend) coming from a hallway opposite the ballroom. [This place, the FSU Student Ballroom was where Homecoming was hosted, for the record] He came over to me-- I had resolved to wait outside-- and stood beside me. He spoke little, when at all, for a period of about five minutes. This was not the Matt I knew. The Matt I knew was bubbly and excitable, he walked around with a smile on his face, and was constantly sharing the smile; he was always laughing, and making others laugh. "What's wrong?" I asked him. He looked directly at me, and pain danced shamelessly behind his blue eyes. He didn't hold back any of the story, either, and I didn't even have to coax it out of him. His girlfriend, from Canada had been chatting with him on Instant Messenger, this very day, and revealed that she was cheating on him. They had been dating for 10 months, and after all her pledges of unconditional love, she had had intercourse with another guy. She dumped him that afternoon. I hugged him for the longest time, trying to tell him it was going to be okay, as he stared dejectedly at the ground. He said that he didn't know what to think. How could he trust anyone, ever again? Just because she wasn't worthy of his trust, didn't mean he couldn't trust anyone. "Who can I trust?" his tortured voice asked. (I swear it nearly killed me to see him like that) I told him he has friends here. He has me and PJ (his BFF). He has Titus-- idiot that Titus is, he's still a good friend. He has all the people who admire him here in Tallahassee. He was still depressed though-- all the energy that he put into the relationship-- for ten long months-- had just taken a quick trip down the drain. And ther were only two options-- either forgive and take her back, or move on. He said that he could see himself doing both. I told him she wasn't worth it. I told him that she didn't deserve him.
God, he was so hurt! And there was so little I could do for him!!
As I left I told him, with a gentle smile, that he still has his american girlfriend. He, PJ, Titus, and I have a running joke since States that I am his american girlfriend and she was his canadian girlfriend. That was since I gave him a back rub at States, and he was going around introducing me to his friends as his fiancee. "We're engaged!" he declared. When PJ said "what about your girlfriend in Canada?" Titus goes, "Hey! One for every country!!" I felt so bad for him! WHy couldn't I have done more? Why was I in a situation that I couldn't be more help to him? I didn't know the words to say to make things right... I have had a crush on him for a while... but I don't know. He seemed so fragile...
She makes me SICK!! If she was any closer than Canada, I would beat her pretty, slutty little face in!!