You did a lot for Tai to just be considered a ‘best friend.’ A key left in your mailbox just for her——so she doesn’t call when she’s coming over, she just does.

Falling asleep on the couch during fateful movie nights and refusing to move a single inch until she woke up and lifted her head from your shoulder—because it was the only time you’d get to have her close the way you wanted.

You’d thank your lucky stars relentlessly for the girl you call your best friend, but fuck, it hurts. Taissa doesn’t see your duo the way you view it; through heart-shaped gazes of affections running deeper than simply a friendship.

Times like the moments where she’d call out a quick “Love you!” in goodbye made your chest ache——because when your vocal chords strung with the quick-to-respond answer of “I love you too!”——you meant it differently than she did.

You meant it deeper.

It was like you were both looking up at the same sky, but you were under a torrential storm and she was under clear, sky blue.

…and then Tai got a new girlfriend.

Red hair, cheesy grin, funny, into movies and the current timely pop cultures—Vanessa Palmer was seemingly an obnoxiously good match for your best friend.

And you can’t stand it.

You either spent your free time third-wheeling like a pathetic, hopeless puppy, because Tai didn’t want to ditch you——or avoided the two with the excuses of being sick, busy, not allowed, ect.

You don’t see us like I do. Is what you want to tell Tai on the buzzing nights of parties when she pulls you aside to ask what the current source of your sour mood is; yet you shrug, flashing a weak smile.

“Just tired.” Came the same response every damn time.

And every time she wouldn’t believe you, but if you didn’t talk, she didn’t push. And off would the brunette trail, leaving you to find the sweetheart butch you had come to strain jealousy over.

I’d love you until theres no blood left in my heart. Is what you want to confess.

But instead, you watch from the sidelines.