I'll admit, it hurt watching you date all my best friends. First Quinn, then Casey, then Cassidy. I can't blame you for that. You didn't know I was in love with you. To you, I was just another girl. Well, that's not fair. We were friends. Good friends. I hate that word. That's all you saw me as. I hate it because I was a bad friend. Every time you would break up with one of them, or they would break up with you my heart would sing for joy. I should have brought them ice cream and listened to them cry about how horrible you were. Instead I bought me ice cream and watched sappy movies imagining it was us- since you were free again. Free to choose me. But instead you saw me as a friend. I wish you saw more. I wish you saw me. The girl who gave your brothers a hug when your mom died. The one who left casserole on your front porch for dinner. The one who you call in the middle of the night to talk to when you can't sleep. I wish you saw me. Because I see you. I see the way your eyebrows crinkle when you think too hard, and how you rub those same wrinkles out of your forehead when you're tired. I see the way your face lights up when you talk about your brothers. I love that smile. Michael, I know you'll never read this. But if you do, just know, I love you.
~Sarah
