It was amazing really, feeling close to him like you did. He was becoming a best friend to you and that was something you needed. What you didn’t need was to fall for him; a guy that you knew you couldn’t have. It wasn’t because you were insecure or having a lack of self-confidence, it was more along the lines of the fact that he was interested in your best girlfriend.
You couldn’t help but squirm when his lovely eyes left you for her as she came to sit down at the table. Couldn’t help but become sad when he would hug her and not you. You would never tell him though; especially how much you liked him and enjoyed the fact that he made you smile.
He wasn’t yours, no matter what you did: wear the prettiest clothes, the nicest makeup- it was all for him, but when she was around you were just another shadow. He still spoke to you, but his attention was on her, eyes watching to see if she enjoyed his jokes. Each time she mentioned a type of guy she was in to, he would say he had that or this.
You knew she wasn’t interested, she had said so herself, but he couldn’t tell. No matter how many times he said he was ugly and would be single for the rest of his days, he still kept his hopes up that she would one day change her mind. Maybe you asked too much of him, for him to make the first move on her. He was cowardice when it came to women, something he had mentioned before, but in time he would ask because he couldn’t bear to not know the answer.
There was only one answer you knew but didn’t want: That it would never be you.