I’m barely even processing anything you’re saying to me, chewing slowly while my hand holding the fork idly pushes around the food on my plate. My eyes are blank as I stare across the bistro table at you while you speak about a hundred words a minute, the slight breeze blowing your hair ever so slightly.

We’ve been friends for years now and try to get lunch together every so often when I’m in town, and normally I cherish every second of this time together. But right now I can’t seem to really comprehend anything you’re going on and on about, and it’s definitely because everything is all about your new boyfriend.

It doesn’t taken a genius to realize that I’ve loved you from day one. I’ve had my chances to tell you, many of which I’ve almost taken but backed down, and now all I feel is regret. Because I have to hear you talk about this guy who should be me. I have to hold back a scoff.

Yeah, I’m a little bitter. So what?