The problem with us lies in how we began.
We've been friends so long that I think it's difficult for you to draw the
line. You forget the equation has changed. Hasn't it? There is an alien green
monster in the pit of my stomach that roars every time you mention her
carelessly. I notice how you try to seem nonchalant as her name rolls off your
lips but your eyes light up with latent excitement. It seeps into the darkest
corner of my mind and reminds me that there is a piece of your soul I will never
have access to, the part of you that belongs to her. I wonder if you long her
when we touch or if your heart races as much when we kiss. I see you smile to
yourself as you flick lazily through your book and I wonder if it's a story
about her that I already know. I want to believe there will be a time when your
words will stop being dedicated to her, when our moments will not bear the
shadow of her presence and when your eyes glaze over in that naughty smile I know
of but haven't experienced, I can dare to believe it's me you're smiling for.
