Why do I even bother?
All I do is sit on the other side of the window, watching others get their happy endings while I sit here in my own pity.
Today was supposed to be between me and my lover. But no, miraculously he died the day previous and hasn't come back since.
Guess who didn't? His partner.
Guess who tagged along? Him.
I was dragged there as a third wheel.
But what makes it worse, every single time I've made plans with him, there's been some inevitable variable that's completely crushed them. But nooo, them two go out every other week. Because him asking suddenly causes energy spikes for several days. But when I ask? "I'm too tired." "I have things to do." "I promised someone I'd go out with them." "I have plans already." There's always something preventing it.
And I'm your '#1 trusted friend'? Yeah. Whatever.
.. Just admit it, you have a favorite.
