My best friend is with the guy I’m in love with.

I’m done fighting. I’m done being upset all the time. I’m done wishing it was me.
I just hope she knows how f****** lucky she is.

I hope that when he looks at you with those deep brown eyes you feel something.
I hope that when he talks to you about things that matter, you at least pretend to have some idea of what he’s talking about.
I hope that when he needs you, you’ll be there to pick up his pieces and glue him back together.
I hope when he kisses you, you don’t sit there imagining its someone else.
I hope when he holds your hand you feel a surge like electricity go up your arm.

Because obviously he wants you to, if he chose you over me.