White Teeth and Blue-Blooded Boys

I loved him so much and it hurt every time I saw him kissing another girl he'd forget the name of tomorrow, or when he'd kick me out of his room because his girl of the week was coming over and of course they were going to fuck because what else did he care about? It hurt like biting into ice cream teeth first, felt like drinking too much water but somehow still being thirsty anyway. It hurt and I always left his presence on the brink of tears, blinking rapidly because even though he was my best friend I'd be damned if he saw me cry.

It wasn't even that I was ashamed of crying in front of him, I wasn't(he saw me cry twice last year - once when I pulled a muscle at practice and another when my cat died), I just couldn't deal with him being so close and asking what was wrong when he was what was wrong.

But I could never tell him; I loved him too much to complicate his life like that.