I thought I was the happiest girl in the world.

I had the best and coolest boyfriend.

I had my closest and loving best friend.

I was lucky. I was happy.

But I was blind.

When you walk in on them, you could see it in their eyes. They're eyes were wide and dark, plagued with guilt.

When I caught them all I could think was "Ah… I see."

I didn't cry.

I didn't say anything.

I didn't question it.

I just took a step back.

I turned my back.

Then ran.

And ran.

And ran.

I ran home. I stepped up the stairs and collapsed into my room.

I felt so empty.

But I wasn't surprised.

I wonder why?

Was it because I knew my best friend was prettier than me?

Was it because I knew my boyfriend was too good for me?

Maybe it was because I made him wait?

Maybe I never really trusted my bestfriend.

Maybe I never really loved him.

I want to cry.

But I can't.

This is such a restraining feeling.

I crawled into my bed.

The sheets felt so comforting.

Hide me please.