All Lerato could do when she got back home, is throw herself on her bed and cry, asking herself why she never saw the signs, how she dated a gay man for six years and not notice his lies about his sexuality. Wondering whether he was just using her as a front to hide his sexuality. Her image of a perfect man; muscular, tall, dark chocolate with dimples, his hazel eyes which she had been lost in for hours, with pink kissable lips. All that was shattered in an instant, a heart beak. The last thought that came to her mind was ‘no wonder he had been avoiding having sex with me, it’s because I’m a woman’.

She decided to call her friend, so she could vent and tell her about the tragic end of her relationship. Her 6 year investment resulted in failure. She picked up the phone and called her, as the phone rang she cleared her throat, she did not want her friend to hear that she had been crying. One the other side of the phone she heard soft raspy voice

“Heyyo, if I remember correctly your anniversary is today, what does Colby have planned? I hope that lucky idiot finally proposes this year”

“Umm Lerato, could you please come over”

“Aren’t you celebrating your anniversary today id hate to intru-“

“Could you please come, I wanna talk to you, I NEED to talk to you”

“What's wrong?”

“I'll tell you when you get her, please just come”, Cleo’s voice started shaking

She ended the call, she didn’t want Lerato to hear her cry over the phone. Her phone started ringing again, it was Lerato, “ girl are you okay, why did you hang up, where are you”

“I’m at home” replied Cleo

“I’ll come as soon as I leave work”

Cleo then dropped the call. She decided to bath, get changed and wait for her friend.