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.
