When We First Met

I remember that day like the back of my hand. Our first touch, first meet, and my first crush.

We were only 25 when we met. Bumping into each other on a bus. Looking into each other's eyes as if we had known each other for centuries. We did. Best friends since middle school. And now I see him here. Taller,smarter, handsomer, and meaner.

I love him. But he doesn't love me. He has a fiancé. She's pretty too. I wish I was her, dating my crush. How lucky I would be. I mean I have had about 20 break ups in a year but I want a relationship that will last. I can't stand it. I have to do something about it.

Two days later

I have narrowed down my options. Either A: Make him jealous or B: Get rid of his girlfriend. I went

with A since it's less brutal. I already have a boyfriend so it shouldn't be hard right? Well that's what I had originally thought. What actually happened was way worse than I thought it would be. I can't believe him.

What a player he is. I'm gonna need revenge. I headed over to FEVER21 to get done new clothes. I'll need the whole store if I'm gonna impress him.