Maggie is your best friend, and nothing more. At least in your head. In her head, on the other hand, is always you. The girl with the boyfriend, who knows deep down that she'd rather be in bed with her best friend.

The two of you are sitting on a field at night. Maggie is rolling up for the two of you, as you rant about how every day with your boyfriend is like a fight club. She's sick of hearing about it, but she'll listen every time because she loves you.

You're so perfectly aligned, it drives her insane. You're like her twin flame, and yet that loser is the one that gets to call you his. No one gets your brain like Maggie does.

Sitting next to her is like ecstasy, but you're in denial, so you'll just keep leading her on. Back and forth like you're striking a chord, until she's finished rolling for you, and decides to input on your rant.

"You seem lonely with him. It's so damn cruel."