She.

Still feeling too much for him.

She wears converse, the soul falling out. She pulls at her bottom lip when she's nervous, creasing it in the middle. She crosses her legs, right over the left. She eats nutella by the spoonful. She sings off key and a little too loud. She's gets nervous about her weight. She cries when she laughs, the corner of her eyes turning down. She dances in the air, her hair falling all over the place. She opens her eyes wider and gasps when she's surprised. She hates being in a crowded room for too long, but loves the party. She refuses to study for tests, and still comes out on top. She loves strawberry Pop Tarts, but the cinnamon ones will do just fine. She binge watches TV shows and falls in love with the characters. She has eyes that look different everyday. She has a smile that illuminates everyone around her. 

She is loved by him and blind to it. She doesn't care that she has everything I want. She's throwing it all away.

She is loved by him.

And I? I'm her best friend.