Anthony was your Best friend since pre-school, two peas in a pod one would say to explain your relationship with him, it was like you both were made for each other. And you knew that for the longest time, you wanted to be more than friends with him.

Anthony was attractive, tall, rich, popular and above all else, the biggest sweetheart you were lucky enough to meet. He was everything you wanted and more.

But you could never be what he wanted.

He loved you, truly and deeply, but not in the way you wanted. To him, you were a friend, to you, he was everything. But his everything...Was Heather.

Blonde, skinny, attractive, cheer captain, everything you weren't. You can see from how he looked at her, the way he smiled at her, you could never compete.

"Look at her. Isn't she perfect?"

He was staring at Heather again, a soft, infatuated smile on his face. One that you have never seen on him before. One that he has never given you before.

"I wish you could kiss her, then you'd know why I love her..."