"Denial," They Said

"We're just best friends," they said.

"We're just best friends," they said.

Friends? Or best friends?

I see her stare at him through those black bangs of hers, a light shade of pink forming on her cheeks. Lightly shaking her head, she stopped all her fantasies about him and focused on the endless babbles of the teacher.

I see her furiously scribbling down something on her yellow notepad. Line after line after line. Determination visible on her face.

I DON'T THINK OF HIM
I DON'T NOTICE HIM
I DON'T WATCH HIM
I DON'T LOOK AT HIM
I DON'T CARE ABOUT HIM
I DON'T WANT HIM

I see the pain and regret on her face when she reread her note. But truth is, she just can't get over him. That's how she realized that denial is a dangerous drug.

It pains her to see him talk to another girl. Was this envy? Maybe its for the better. 'I'm just not good enough for someone like him.'

Him, someone who can easily make girls fall for him, liking her? 'Me? I'm not pretty. I'm not beautiful. I don't get pink clothing or branded bags. I don't do makeup or curl my hair. There is no chance of him liking me.'

She stayed away from him and tried to erase the feelings she has. Everything seemed pretty normal for her... For awhile.

Then the small throbbing pain grew.

And grew.

And GREW.

Until it was knives dicing her heart to cubes.

Maybe it was time for her to add a shot of truth into that denial cocktail. Maybe it was time for her to be heads over heels for him. Or maybe it was time for her to move on.

Because he never showed signs of noticing her and never was he there when she was in her darkest times. Never was he there when she was on her breaking point. Never was he there when she desperately needed to hear those three lettered words.

But when he smiles, oh how she melts under his hazel brown eyes.

Then the secret letter from anonymous came.

Nobody knew how that letter brightened her day. How that letter made her forgot about the pains she received at home. How that letter finally set her free.

Free of pain. Free of fear. Free of being unloved.

Maybe it was time to forget about the rules her parents had set. It was time for her to spread her wings and be free from the horrid world she lived in.

And then she wrote one more line below her note.

I THINK I'M NOT BEING HONEST TO MYSELF

(Line across)Maybe we can be friends.

Maybe we can be best friends.