I wish I was the one who caught your eye and made you look up from your phone. I wish I was the one who made you laugh and giggle and make you act nervous. But I’m not. He is. My best friend. I knew from the day I met you that you were rare. But he saw you and and just thought about how attractive you were. I looked at you and I looked at him and thought to myself, “he’s easier to love”. So I learned about you. What you like what you don’t like, what you love. And told him. Helped him get closer to you. I did a good job. I hate myself for it. Now you both will playfully flirt and laugh together and talk about life itself and be young and slowly fall in love. And I will simply watch. It’s okay though. That’s what I’m good at. Watching. It hurts though because I know one day you both will grow a little more and become slightly more mature and fall out of that young love and infatuation. You will still care for each other but you will move on. We are only 15. But I know our souls are older and we have teenage chemicals flowing through our brain and blood. It makes our emotions wild. All I ask is to take care of each others hearts. And have fun together. Laugh together. Cry together. Be in love together. Don’t focus on stupid high school romances and drama. Just exist and be in love. I know he is sure of who he is. And I know you are awkward and shy. But I will be there to remind him to keep trying. Because the shy people always take the most work to open up. And that makes them so much more worth it. I will love you from afar and protect you both. Which includes your love for each other. And I know that means I will not interfere with my own wants and wishes. I will put on a smile and be there when you need me. And slowly I too will fall out of love. With the idea of it. I know it will take me longer because of the kind of person I am but it’s okay. It simply is what it is.
-L
