The confession

It all started well, maybe almost love at first sight. We got to know her soon after we came to this city, and we like her. Red haired, with some peppers of freckles. Almost adorable. Deep down inside me, a warning siren went off each time we visited her. I knew it was only a matter of time before this relationship sours.


Before I left for Singapore, I had specified that he should not visit her. I made it really clear as I believed this relationship was what some of us will term "unhealthy".


Then came the late night call. "I have a confession" he says. My heart skips a beat. Temptation beckoned, and it was too much for him to resist. I was upset, even though I knew the odds of him visiting her without my consent was high.


Sigh. What am I to do but forgive him?


After all, late in the night, when you are all alone and hungry, who better to turn to than Wendy's? Especially when she is way better than MacDonalds!