A/N: True story...

The perfect boy.

Cute, humorous, and intelligent.

But I would love to question that.

Let’s keep this short.

I liked you.

Wait, no.

I was obsessed with you.

You had that charming smile that got you out of everything.

You had that charming voice that reminded me,

Even scared me of how much I wanted you.

I was entranced so much that I did your homework for you,

Just so you wouldn’t fail classes or get in trouble with your dad.

You could say I was dedicated,

Committed, even.

So committed that I listened when you talked to about her.

Your one true love.

That blonde, blue eyed bestfriend of mine.

The air headed, irresponsible person I called my ‘sister’.

You fell long and hard for her.

Just as I did for you.

But did you realize that?

No.

You didn’t realize a thing about me.

Never once did you give me a second glance.

Well, you did once as I do recall.

You looked back at my lonely figure, my fake smile.

And thanked me for hooking you up with her.

And it made me wonder.

How can someone do that to another person?

Aren’t friends, best friends, supposed to think of how you feel?

Well I guess not.

Sad thing is,

I just can’t be mad at him.

No matter how much I say I hate him or think of what he did,

I know that I love him too much.

But the thing that kills me is to know that it’s just a one-way feeling.

To sum it up, my best friend ended up dating my prince charming.

And my prince charming ended up forgetting I existed.

So run away Cinderella girl,

‘Cause there’s no happy ending for you.