3rd of December held a special place in your heart. You were in Mark’s sweater when he said it looked better on you than it did him. If only he knew on that day how much you liked him.

You always watched his eyes as a ginger haired girl would walk by. What a sight for sore eyes. His eyes were brighter than a blue sky. She had him mesmerized, as you died in your feelings.

You wondered why he had even kissed you on your homecoming nights. If he was going to give the sweater to her, what was the point of making you feel loved?

Wish I were Eve.

“Hey, you’ve been distant from me. And I need support from my best friend right now.” He leans against the locker beside you, arms crossed and his head hung low.