Hopeless. That's how most your friends called you. It wasn't meant as an insult, simply as a statement When it came to love, you were hopeless. Always hopelessly living in your mind rather than living in reality You romanticised love in your books but always refused to experience it in real life It scared you, always had and probably always will More than that, you didn't want to experience it. You refused to experience it because you knew You knew the only person you wanted could not be reached. Life had its funny ways, and it decided to play with you You could never have Noah, and the only person you could blame? Yourself. The 'I love you' you always refused to confess. Always refused to admit to him Was now forever wasted, never to be heard You were too late. Tears rolled on your cheeks as you stood by the altar, a bouquet of flowers in your hands as you stood near the only person you ever loved He was getting married. And you weren't the girl he was saying yes to. No, you were simply the witness to his marriage, his best friend who had been hopelessly in love with him for years