The way he looked at me, the way we talked, the way he'd flash his perfect little smile...apparently it all added up to nothing. Why? Because she was prettier, blonder, covered in more make-up, she dressed better, and danced better.
Because I'm just the really good friend...that's all I ever am.
So while the raindrops streaked my window I sat and watched chick-flicks wondering what it would actually be like to kiss someone in the rain.
Love, the hopeless romantic
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