“I wouldn’t pick either of you…”
She whispered so quietly, I was not sure I had heard right. This sweet girl that I had known for almost a decade strained her plea- but the fact was, we both knew it was lie.
“You would choose him.”
She would choose him. In the past. Now. And forever. That dismal truth made my heart fall. This girl, who I had labeled my best friend since I remember, dissappointed me. For her, I would do anything in a heartbeat; even if that something meant opposing my own love. For her, I would give all I had and the world, but she could not and will never be able to do the same. There he will always be, standing in our way.
Maybe it’s my strong opinions and morales. Maybe it’s my idealistic and optimistic nature. Maybe I just want to see the best in people, and hope they hold the same strong values I possess.
But it is not the case, and I do not take disappointment very well at all. This “best friend” would not sacrifice the same I would for her, because she relies too heavily on him. Though small, in this her fatal flaw of dependency and weakness I cannot respect. Why is it that I am never first? For someone who I had thought would always have my back, whether I be wrong, or even mistaken, would falter in my time of need.
You wouldn’t choose either of us?
We are “equal”?
Then what am I to you?
…And what will you be to me?
