“Out of her favour, where I am in love.”
Never had I thought about being Romeo.
But star-crossed lovers we were not.
No, it was far from that.
You fell for him instead.
“How should I text him? What’s his favourite book?”
He was all that you would talk about. You were hooked.
“Forget about him. I love you. Be my girlfriend.”
But my rationality halted my utterance of such nonsense.
“Best friends” was the limit. Wanting more was a taboo.
Alas, I had to assist you in your pursuit of true love.
With the price of my broken heart.