So, my birthday's on Thursday, and as my gift to you I'm updating all of my stories today.
A Shoulder to Cry On: The Caring Best Friend
Two-hundred miles away from home
Why was I here? Why was I with these people? Why was I not bartending for them, but one of them? Then I caught sight of those beautiful cerulean eyes. They were shining with happiness.
"Hi, Marty," she mouthed as she was ushered to a raised stage where the band had been. She was handed her bouquet of red roses by Lane, her maid of honor.
Lane hurried back down to where the other girls were gathered. I knew she'd gotten married, the plain gold band told it all, but she stood there with all the other girls waiting to catch the bouquet.
Rory turned around and threw the flowers; it was a swirl of red and white as it traveled through the air. I'd seen this many times at all the wedding receptions I'd bartended for, but it was different every time.
The bridal party and all of the unmarried females surged forward, hands in the air. Rory had turned around and was watching the scene play out before her. It was like something in a movie, perfect.
She made eye contact with me and smiled.
I was the only one she kept in touch with after she moved to New York with the exception of her mom.
We had to pick up the pieces after Logan's family intervened, and it was really hard to see her like that. But despite everything, I still had feelings for her and was happy about the fact that she and Logan were no longer together.
But I'm still hoping that I'll be with you somehow, somehow
It meant that I had a chance.
But she didn't feel that way about me. We were friends, we were always that way, and we were always going to stay that way.
I was there when Matt was born, and the smile that made her glow when she held her baby was enough to tell me that she was happy. It broke my heart.
This broken heart is too weak to hold your weight
And then, little Lori, who looks so much like her mother. The same smile, the same perfect eyes, the same love for Willy Wonka. I knew my love for Rory was hopeless, I hadn't told her early enough.
Hopeless love, why did you carve your name in me?
I was an idiot for telling her after she fell for that jerk, who was also now her husband. I was an idiot for telling her that he liked her.
I open my newspaper and see her smiling face plastered in the society pages with Lori in her arms and Logan holding Matt. They're happy, and I'm happy she's happy.
Really.
But all I'll ever be is the caring best friend. A shoulder that she once cried on.
It's time to move on, she obviously has. And I guess that's the thing with love… it hurts.