I was always the shoulder to cry on, the caring best friend.
I watched him break her heart time and time again, but she always took him back, fake apology and all; too caring to see his short comings, too loving to let him fall.
He was never right for her, I could always see it, but she seemed to think he made her happy, like he would really change.
If I ever asked her why she took him back, she'd repeat his carefully chosen words, not hearing the doubt as she said it.
She knew I never liked him, but still asked me to be kind.
She told me there was something about him she just couldn't explain.
She'd scoff at his charm and supposed good looks, but I still figured those were the something, cursing myself for thinking her so shallow.
Slowly the tears began to stop, and she said he had changed, but I was sure he'd just gotten better at covering his tracks.
Today she got married, and my world is officially dead.
The day he proposed, I was one of the first to know.
She wanted me to be happy for her, and I must have done a good job at pretending.
But the gig is up; I can't pretend any longer.
I'm the shoulder to cry on no longer, hope to never have to be again.
Goodbye for now, goodbye forever.