A Joy That Never Was

I used to believe Julian and I had a love that could weather any season, sharing both sweetness and hardship.

When he bought me that one dollar comb, I would be moved to tears.

That was until the day I saw him step out of a luxury sports car, surrounded by an entourage, and walk into a private club.

Only then did I realize my three years of devotion were just an elaborate performance, a long con to win over the true object of his obsession, his first love.

So when he handed me that cheap comb again, I replied with a calm voice, "Thanks."