i'm looking at you but you're looking at her {You don't even notice me.}
God, it hurt. It hurt to see them together. It hurt to see them hold hands, to see them kiss. It hurt so much, and the pain wouldn't stop.
They thought she didn't see, but You did. She saw every sneaky kiss the two shared, every lingering look, and every brush they had with each other. The sad part was, You wasn't even looking. It's like they were doing it in front of her so she did see, to torment her but the second You made direct eye contact they stopped and backed away from one another as if they were plagued with disease. You always let her eyes linger on them for a few moments before she pulled them away. It hurt so bad, but the pain was addictive.
She hated when they spent time together, and it didn't help that they were neighbours. You would try to hang out with her alone, but the other would always follow. It's as if they were stuck together. When they were together, it was like a twisted kind of torture that You couldn't escape from. They were always so close, using every pathetic excuse in the book just to get even a millimetre closer. She could never get a word in, the pair always being in some deep conversation in which You could only nod her head and agree with whatever drivel that left their mouths.
So she gave up. She stopped trying to spend time with her. It would never just be the pair anymore, it would always be the three of them. She had been replaced, and it hurt. But not as much as it hurt to see her with another, to see her being happy with someone else, to see a smile You had not helped create.
They had gone from childhood friends to just strangers with memories, and the pain only got worse.