Rosita

You loved her, more than anything in this whole messed up world, she was your best friend.

She was only ever going to be your best friend, she knew you liked girls but she didn’t know that you liked her.

She was in a complicated relationship with Abraham, he didn’t love her like she loved him. He loved Sasha.

You laid in your bed when she storms into your room, tears streaming down her face after Abraham told her he didn’t love her, that he was in love with someone else.

Then she kissed you through tears, hands cupping your face as her lips felt soft against yours.

“Make me forget, please.” She whispered against your lips.