Finally he looked at me, and finally he smiled at me. Finally I regained the attention I used to have the strongest hold on. No one could pry my grip until she did.
At first I just brushed her off like everyone else who would come and go in our lives –that's how I thought of her, as no one significant. I underestimated her though because slowly, so slowly I didn't even notice, she loosened my iron grip until I was left hanging, clinging to him by only a finger. I thought there was some hope though –everyone needs hope- when he made the promise that we'd still see each other, that nothing would be changing just because he'd got himself a new girl. I was wrong about hope though and he was lying… to the both of us. As summer began, she held his rough hand in her soft, delicate, and non-worked one and my last remaining digit in the other. Then she offered me a smile and let go, using that hand to hold his other.
He was oblivious to all this, as if all his body parts had become numb with frostbite because she is the female reincarnate of Jack Frost… or maybe it was love.
Love. Love is such a vial word. It destroys friendships, like mine, and anything else in its path to Lovey Dovey La, La, Land. It, and the people under it's Wicked Witch of a spell, are all unaware to everyone else they have left behind, broken. The only persons other then each other that are acceptable on their radar are more blissfully-ignorant-to-the-world couples.
I'm not bitter about my single status, at least not enough for it to be acknowledgeable.
I just like to blame my constant one-some on him because ever since the third grade, it's all been his fault. It's his fault for getting my first detention, getting me grounded with the first mascara run on my mother's face, getting me sent to the principal and consequently sent home for the Anderson's Cat Accident. His fault for us being friends, his fault for me falling in love with him, and all his fault that I'm in unrequited love with the most perfect guy I've ever met.
I know I should hate him for putting me in this heart-breaking, tear-gushing situation but I don't. I've never been able to hate him. I still can't, even when he drops my gaze and turns back to the girl pressed closely to his side. No, I could never hate him. Not when for that split-second, I had my best friend back.
