Its like you forgot the words you whispered to me

He said he loved her.
They were at the movies, watching a boring movie. Her palms were sweaty.
She could tell there was something different about this night. The credits began to roll. He stood up and offered her his hand. She took it gladly. He brought her for ice cream. They laughed and smiled. Her face was already in a smile when he said it. Those three simple words that carry so much weight.
"I love you."
I love you, too," she answered back. The stars seemed brighter all of a sudden. Any worries she had about anything at all dissolved.

Flash forward a week. She's at the mall alone, doing some errands. He's with some other girl. A girl she recognizes from the junior class. A girl she knows. He's holding her hand, and she's smiling.
There's no way to tell exactly what he says, but he says it at a time when there's a smile already etched on this other girl's face.
When he's done talking the other girl seems to stand taller. Anyone could tell she was pleased.

Later that night she calls him.
"Tell me, she says into the phone. "Tell me what you were thinking. Who are you? I thought I knew." All she heard was silence. "Could you tell me what did I do? Because we can't already be through."
In the end, though they were done. She knew it as soon as she called him. It was just what he did. He took what he wanted and left her there with nowhere to go. He sold her out for a fool.