You asked me to be your fake date. To make your...

You asked me to be your fake date. To make your ex jealous. I said yes. Obvious reason. Obvious desperation. Obvious hope. For one night, I got to hold your hand. Put my arm around you. Pretend. It worked. Your ex came back. You thanked me. "You're such a good friend." I got one perfect night. And a lifetime of regret for not telling you the truth.