She kissed me with such passion and desperation, that for a moment I forgot all my heartbreak, but then I came to my senses and I pulled away. 

I looked at her with a cocktail of confusion, anger and fear, but as soon as I felt the heat from her lips leave mine, every part of me seemed to slump in disappointment as if to say 'Hey! Why did you stop? That was glorious!' 

So I kissed her back, again and again, and again.

That was it though, nothing else happened. Not that I'm trying to make what I did sound OK, I just think it's important to note that I didn't sleep with her. I could've, and she definitely wanted to, but I didn't.

Naturally, Mandy told Heather what happened. 

The sad thing is, it was the same day Heather had come to my house and told me she still loved me and that we should get back together. 

I was so ecstatic and wanted to get back together too, I didn't have the heart to tell her what I did. My plan was to beg Mandy to never tell her either because it was just a kiss, we were both just sad and lonely and drunk.

But I had no time, for shortly after Heather left my house, she went home to find Mandy waiting on her doorstep. After that, she never spoke to either of us for months.

Her mistake was that by shunning both Mandy and me, she left no one else for us to lean on but each other.

Mandy was going through a lot of issues at home and I helped her through it and she helped me piece together my shattered heart; a heart shattered through my own doing but nevertheless shattered. She helped me piece it together all over again when Heather got a new boyfriend – that almost ended me.

But I got through it, with Mandy.