All Shapes and Sizes

I was the guy-next-door best friend.

I was the one that was forced to watch as they exchanged loving looks.

I was the one that would constantly think of ways to whisk her away.

I only did it when he was around.

I didn’t like her boyfriend. She knew it and he knew it.

I was the guy of her dreams, yet she picked him.

Love comes in all different shapes and sizes.

This one just happened to be a small triangle.

“Meet me behind the shack.”

I wanted her.

But I couldn’t, so I continued sitting here, desiring her.