I did what any self respecting girl would do; I moved closer to her, put my hand up to her cheek caressing it with my thumb and I kissed her.  Not the closed mouth short kisses we had before but this was an ‘I’m all in’ open mouthed, passionate, full of emotion, seemingly never-ending kiss with our tongues exploring the others’ mouth.  It felt like the way it should be

Dear Diary,

Today is the day, the day I am having lunch with Eric.  I had been nervous beyond belief but today I woke up and it was like a wave of calmness came over me as I was getting ready to go to work.  I know that this is the thing to do and the right time to do it.  Never have I been surer of anything, I want to be with Bette.  Wow, I actually said it or wrote it in this case, I want to be with Bette because it’s true more than anything I do; I want to be with her.  I want to know everything, share everything, do everything, to spend every moment with her. 

Dear Diary,

It was horrible, absolutely horrible.  There was only one glimmer of good in it and that was Bette.  She truly solidified just how wonderful she is.

Eric got here right on time, his usual punctual self, and at that moment all the calmness that I had went right out of the window.  He came in smiling, if he only knew what was coming.  So we ate making small talk.  Once finished eating the ‘I think we need to talk’ came up; I told him that ‘it wasn’t working’.  I have to tell you, he didn’t look shocked.  I guess considering we had barely spent any time together in the last month since I met Bette.  He seemed okay with the news and asked if I was seeing someone else; me not being the person who lies directly to a person’s face answered ‘yes’. 

“Well I hope he’s making you happy.”  He looked resigned to the fact it was over and faked a little smile.

 I decided to the jump right in, “She’s making me really happy.”