The "Other Girl"

And he’s getting ready to head to play auditions.
“Hey Camilla, can you hold this for a sec?”
He hands me a bouquet of paper daises,
Their blue and white petals mixing together in perfect harmony.
“Caitlin made them for me. She’s really cool.”
I close my eyes and for a second,
I pretend that I’m not holding a gift from his girlfriend.
I pretend that he made them
And that they’re a gift for me.

“Yeah,” I squeak, snapping out of my fantasy.
“I’ve got to go,” he says, taking the bouquet
And giving me a quick hug.
“You’re a sweetheart,” he says,
And he goes down the hallway.
A smile creeps onto my face.
This is a dream come true.