There was always a dull aching pain in my chest where my heart was suppose to be. The longing that I had for him was becoming powerful, growing with every look we shared.
On one hand, I felt happy for my friend, she finally had that ounce of happiness in her life that she needed. On the other hand, I was drowning. I was being pulled down by the weight of not being good enough for him.
The pain surfaced whenever I thought about him, which was all of the time. No matter how hard I tried to shake the feelings for him, my mind managed to reason with the fact that we love him.
Chase love they said, chase love.
