I was always a little jealous of her
August 17th 2011 12:39
Write about your relationship with your best friend.
I was always a little jealous of her. Okay, BIG jealous. She got the guys. She got the grades. She was beautiful, fair skinned, just an all-around angel.
I was always a little jealous of her. She indulged me with stories of shopping abroad. She told me stories of her secret romps with her boyfriend. She passed me notes during class on how she couldn't wait to hang out at the coffee shop after so we can talk more.
I was besotted.
I was always a little jealous of her.
I realized that I was becoming a fan girl. Or maybe I was one all along.
She never asked me about my stories. Never asked me what I was up to. Never asked me about my boys or the lack of them.
That was high school.
I'm the maid of honor at her wedding tomorrow. I'll be stuck in the background, holding her train, making sure she is as lovely as she always is, always should be.
Yeah, I'm a little jealous. But I live vicariously through my best friend.
Maybe I'll meet my own rich banker. Maybe I'll meet him in Paris too. Maybe I'll also be working at a top notch architectural firm.
Or maybe not. Maybe I'm just happy being here.
I'll find my own happy ending soon. For all I know, she may be a little jealous of me too.
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Image by vonSchanuzer c/o Flickr
I was always a little jealous of her. Okay, BIG jealous. She got the guys. She got the grades. She was beautiful, fair skinned, just an all-around angel.
I was always a little jealous of her. She indulged me with stories of shopping abroad. She told me stories of her secret romps with her boyfriend. She passed me notes during class on how she couldn't wait to hang out at the coffee shop after so we can talk more.
I was besotted.
I was always a little jealous of her.
I realized that I was becoming a fan girl. Or maybe I was one all along.
She never asked me about my stories. Never asked me what I was up to. Never asked me about my boys or the lack of them.
That was high school.
I'm the maid of honor at her wedding tomorrow. I'll be stuck in the background, holding her train, making sure she is as lovely as she always is, always should be.
Yeah, I'm a little jealous. But I live vicariously through my best friend.
Maybe I'll meet my own rich banker. Maybe I'll meet him in Paris too. Maybe I'll also be working at a top notch architectural firm.
Or maybe not. Maybe I'm just happy being here.
I'll find my own happy ending soon. For all I know, she may be a little jealous of me too.
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Image by vonSchanuzer c/o Flickr
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