Dalia’s been your best friend for a little while. The two of you met when you and your boyfriend at the time were at a party. Dalia was this force of nature. She was bold and brave and the life of the party. She grabbed your hand and your heart that night. The beautiful girl couldn’t leave your head.

You had dated a few girls before but were trying to convince yourself you were straight. After meeting her though, you couldn’t think of anyone else but Dalia. When you looked back you had never liked your boyfriend as much as you liked her.

One day Dalia and you went out clubbing together. At some point you were utterly hammered and your drunk brain decided to spill your guts. She was talking and you suddenly fumbled out how you liked her. She smiled softly biting her lip and called you the best.

You started texting each other back and forth constantly flirting. She was everything you wanted but you weren’t sure if she wanted you the same way. She’d tell you she loved you but you wanted more.

She started coming over sometimes. You’d tell your boyfriend that he couldn’t come over, that you were having a “girl’s night.” Those nights spent with her, curled up together, her lipstick marks and the scent of her perfume. You realized that was what you needed.

At some point your boyfriend found out and broke up with you. Said you were cheating but you didn’t care. You loved Dalia not him and so you moved on.

She always seemed to have one foot out the door though. She never wanted to go out on a real date or to become official. Sometimes it was like she just wanted to be friends who have fun together. But she kept saying she loved you so you let yourself think things were fine.

One night you were curled up in bed together and you had this thoughtful look on your face. You didn’t want to upset her by asking questions but you worried sometimes if she really loved you or not. Dalia cupped your face and whispered, “Hey… what’s wrong love?”