she’s sitting on the floor, your shirt stained with her tears as she cries onto your shoulder. “why doesn’t he love me?” she says in barely a whisper.
I don’t know, you want to scream. I don’t know why he doesn’t love you, because you are the only girl I could ever see myself loving. you are so devastatingly beautiful I notice the flowers around you die of jealousy and the wind sigh in longing. your laugh is so warm and bright and wonderful that even the sun cannot compare. you are the girl anyone would die to have, to love as their own, and so would I. but you chose the only guy that couldn’t love you like everyone else. but it’s okay, because I will always love you, and I can’t tell you why he doesn’t love you but I would unblinkingly tell you why I love you instead. would that be enough?
“I don’t know,” is all that comes from your lips.
— bite my tongue