Everyone knows I'm yours. Except you apparently. Because now you're engaged to my sister. My perfect sister who's always had to be better than me. Everyone loves her more than me. My friends became hers, our parents always said Kaylie was better, my boyfriends, and now you.

Now, sitting at the dinner table, my parents are going on and on about how everything should be perfect in two weeks when the love of my life marries my sister. "How about tulips?" My mother offers my sister and she sours. "I do not want tulips! Why are you being so cheap!?" She snaps at her. I sit quietly, listening, while my eyes are on you. You sit beside my sister, listening. But I don't think you are actually listening to her.