you were my girl best friend. we hung out together all the time and enjoyed hanging out together.

one day we're at Target, and you liked to do this thing all the time where you would hold my hand when a pretty girl walked by.

you stayed that a year ago. back then, I didn't care for you, but now things have changed. as we walk in the store, I see a group of girls walking towards us. you also see them and skip your hand into mine. you're expecting me to get mad or something, but I don't. instead, I squeeze your hand.

you look up at me, shocked. "What?" I ask

"There were pretty girls that just walked by," you say.

"Yeah, well, my pretty girl is right here,"