And I stand there, looking at you from a distance; enjoying yourself, enjoying your life.
I like seeing you happy, I really do but at the same time I’m filled with rage because I’m not the person you’re enjoying your life with.
We’ve been friends for a long time; since children in fact and I am honoured that I am your person you talk to whenever you’re having troubles in your life. I sit there like I care and act like I am listening. Hanging on your every word.
You tell me about the boy troubles you have, each time you have an argument and you send me a text message first informing me and looking for reassurance. I give it to you willingly because you are beautiful. I tell you each time that you deserve better and that nothing he does reflects badly on you as a person.
I tell you what a great guy you’re with while at the same time telling you how much of an absolute prick he is.