• Your stupidity, my stupidity.
    The things you realize by the time it's too late.
    Curse your obliviousness.
    And curse me own.
    What more have I got to do, anyway?

    No, it's not your fault.
    Nor is it mine, for that matter.
    What would a teenager be if weren't for their naivety?
    You're a friend, yes; you're a friend, nothing more.
    And whose fault is that but our own?

    If you say I'm being dramatic, well, I've always been a bit of a drama queen.
    I'm a girl; what more do you want?
    You can't possibly expect me to stop acting the way I do because you don't like it.
    But when did you ever say you didn't like it?
    You never said anything.

    A good friend.
    A great friend, that's what you were.
    We laughed and joked around like friends do.
    Always.
    But you're so stupid, and so am I.

    It was you and I from the beginning.
    Never any different than from before.
    Just, this time, there were feelings.
    But neither of us knew until after the fact.
    Which seemed so odd.

    Everyone always assumed the same thing.
    Shocked to find out they were wrong.
    But wouldn't you be, too?
    All the signs were there from the beginning.
    And yet, you and I were the only ones to ignore them.
    We were so oblivious, both you and I.