You know, I feel so dirty when they start talking cute. Can’t he see what it does to me every time she touches him? They’re just so wrapped up in each other I guess. Jessie’s been a good friend of mine, but lately something’s changed.

Her name is Patty I’ve been in love with her since the moment I set eyes on her. He hair was tossed over her shoulder and she was laughing. She was my sister’s friend.

I introduced her to Jessie, acutally. She would have been mine if I hadn’t. I curse myself for that. Jessie always brings her around and they stop at the local hangout. I’ve been funny; I’ve been smooth; shouldn’t she have fallen head over heels by now? I look in the mirror and I can’t figure out what it is that she don’t see in me.

She laughs like bells and she dances like fire. The way she moves, it breaks my heart. I’m sure She was meant for me. And he’s holding her in his arms late, late at night.

I want to tell her that I love her. But’s it’s probably time I realized that she’s Jessie’s girl.