it was always you

18

danny has always liked you.

i've always known.

he used to pester me about hooking you two up.

you're too good for him.

he would laugh when i said that as if i was teasing him,

but i was serious.

he likes to play the bad boy card.

he doesn't know what actual feelings are.

he dated a girl once just to see if she would cry when he left her.

i never told you that.

you always thought danny was a nice dude.

it just never seemed right to burst the image you had of him.

i wish i did.

it's making me sick,

watching you two lean together in the cafeteria.

he's only going to hurt you.

"ow, babe, what's your problem?" 

i jump, a bit startled at the sound of sasha's annoyed voice.

she's giving me a strange look.

i glance down at my hand locked in hers.

"sorry," i mumble, loosening my grip.

she stares at me as if i've told her brussels sprouts are my favorite food,

then eventually goes back to her conversation with her girlfriend.

i look back to you,

but neither of you are at the table anymore.