He’s the guy I dream about 24/7. His face is the face of every love interest in every romance novel I’ve ever read. The mere mention of his name makes my heart stop. I am obsessed with him; all I want to do is kiss him, make him mine. There is only one thing preventing my fantasies from becoming reality.

He’s dating my best friend.

The friend that came over with Titanic, a tub of rocky road ice cream, and two spoons after my first boyfriend cheated on me. Who made sure I had all the notes from class when I came down with pneumonia and was out for a month. The friend that has faithfully supported me, no matter what, since we were in second grade.

I don’t know how much longer I can do this.