It really wasn’t supposed to happen this way. He should’ve been smiling at me not her, it should be my cheek he’s kissing and not hers. Then again I shouldn’t complain because that wonderfully amazing guy that’s standing over there, who looks like a modern day Adonis, is my best friend, and I’m in love with him. Sadly I can’t say that he loves me the same way that I love him.
Some people say, that I should just scrape up all the courage that I can and tell him that I am in love with him. I laugh at that, in a forced sort of way because there are two many holes in that one plan you see. One: he’s not in love with me, and two: it’s hard to steal a guy from a girl who is practically perfect and they look like a match made in heaven. That was three, but what ever. Maybe one day she’ll mess up and he’ll finally realize that he should be with me and not her; but chances are he’ll never ever realize that all along, there was a girl that would stand by him all the way.