About

I had a friend of 10 years. And a boyfriend of 8 years. On the day I accepted a friend's ridiculous proposal under the guise of an April Fool's joke, everything changed. That ridiculous condition was a 'Change Date.' Swapping partners for just one day to go on a date. I worried about how uncomfortable it would be, but I never realized he had welcomed the suggestion so eagerly. At midnight, when April Fool's Day ended, neither of them showed up at the square where we were supposed to meet. They didn't even answer their phones. Just like that, they ghosted us. It wasn't until a month later that they finally resurfaced. With their hands tightly clasped and matching rings on their fingers. Fuming after finding out the truth, I sought out her—no, that bitch's—ex-boyfriend. He was a man who wore thick glasses and nothing but tacky clothes. They were such an ill-matched pair that I wondered how they ever dated. Anyway, that wasn't the point. I went to him and spoke bluntly. "I need to get revenge for this." He couldn't even refuse my reckless declaration. Anyone watching would think I was devouring him. For the sake of perfect revenge, we pretended to date. First, I took off those unfitting glasses and gave him a clean makeover. Seeing his incredible physique and features hidden under those clothes made me laugh in disbelief, but I had to admit it. He was incredibly handsome and cleaned up well. I thought a change in clothes and style wouldn't change much, but the man spoke with unexpected composure and calm. "I'll help you get back what's yours." ...Maybe I don't need to get it back after all. What is it about this man that makes me think such things?