I sigh as I sit down on the couch, handing you a spoon and the carton of ice cream. “Knock yourself out,” I nod as I grab the remote to find one of your favorite movies to put on.

You showed up at my front door a few minutes ago, sniffly after a failed date with yet another guy you had insisted was the one. This happens fairly often, so I’m used to it. You’re just so obsessed with getting your fairytale love story.

So much so that you don’t even notice how much I’m in love with you.

We’ve been friends for a few years now and it wasn’t long until I realized how much I like you, but I never did anything about it because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. That’s still true, however, you have no idea just how much it kills me inside to see you crying over another guy.

Not like any of them deserve you, anyways.

“So what happened with this one?” I ask, glancing at you. “Too handsy? Too flirty too fast? No no, wait…he hit on the waitress right in front of you.”