Blind
Blind
She came home again with the same tears in her eyes. The same routine.
She drops onto the bed and buries her face into the pillow.
I ask her the same thing I've always asked her. "Why do you keep going to him?"
Her answer will always be the same. "I love him."
I'm sick of those words.
"Tiffany." I call her.
But no reply.
"Tiffany." I try again.
She ignores me and continues to cry onto her pillow.
She doesn't want to see me.
But I keep on going.
"Tiff." I call her by her nickname this time, just like highschool days. It's been awhile since I've called her that.
She stops crying but theres no reply for me.
"Why do you love him?" I ask her the question I never wanted to ask. I never wanted to know the reasons.
Why was he better than me?
What made him better than me?
But her answers are what define me.
Except I have one thing that he doesn't have, a heart.
She continues to ramble on about how perfect he is.
Why do you keep lying to yourself? I don't like seeing her this way.
"Do you love me?" I ask her.
She replies with a simple yes.
I ask her a different question this time. "What do you love about me?"
She took a few minutes to think but the only answer she could come out with is "You're a good friend."
A good friend.
That's what I am.
Just a good friend.
'I love you.' were the words I wanted to scream to her, but I cant.
I just can't.
She doesn't see me as anything else other than a good friend.
She doesn't see how much I care about her.
She doesn't see my love.
She doesn't see it.
I'm just a good friend in her eyes.
"Good night Tiffany." I turn off the lights and crawl onto the bed.
Another painful night for me.
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