She was crying hard that day. It is as if the future she dreamed of was destroyed and she could not stop the tears from falling down her cheeks. I knew there will be a day when he would leave her. He didn’t love her. He didn’t love anyone. He treated her badly but she still stayed with him. We were so young back then. He was very cool, the bad boy type, totally opposite from my personality.
We were both attracted to her. We both fell for her. She was attracted to me but she was just more attracted to him. I always thought she would have been better off with me. She should be with someone who would open a hole through the sky, push the clouds back, grab a pretty star, hold it next to her face, and say, “I was right, you are far more beautiful”. Or something like that.