We had it going good, labels aside. We're friends. We fuck. We're public. And we are happy together. But... how did that one girl--whom I've finally committed myself to--decide to push me away one day? To give me away? To force me to date her bestfriend instead? And why did I even listen to her? We had it going good, chemistry-wise. We're good friends. We have sex. We go out in public. And I enjoy his company. But... I know I am never the right girl for him. Our relationship is going to end soon. I need to stay away from him as early as now. He needs to be with somebody more ecstatic to have him. A girl who isn't scared of being with him. And that girl is definitely not me. I should just be that one girl who is contented on the sidelines, on being kept a secret--of being The Thirdwheel. The Thirdwheel (n.) 1. a connotation of a: being a good friend, b: being a lover, and c: being the mistress.