Was it worth it?

She sits across from me a gentle smirk crosses her lips, “Well, I hope that the sex was worth it.” She whispers. Instantly my mind tumbles across hours between the sheets; touching, caressing and whispering to each other. Always with him it was fun and playful. I sigh, looking down at my hands, “Yes, it was worth it.” She looks amazed, rolling her eyes. I start to tell her, anything something to make her understand what I am feeling. She stops me. Why can’t I make her understand the depth of these feelings? I sigh again, I never made him see, so why would I expect her to see. This is my own, a private pain, one that must be dealt with and forgotten. Still I wonder, was it worth it to him.