To Be Honest

Short Story #6

"What? How can I replace you? I love you."

"No. You just don't get it."

"Explain then."

"She's prettier, she's skinnier, and I bet she's even funnier than me. You don't want to talk to me when you're upset, you want to talk to her. You yearn for her laughter on your worst days, not mine. You look at her and you find happiness, you think everything will be okay. You look at me and feel nothing. That sparkle that I used to could find in your eyes when you looked at me only shines when she's around. If she were to leave you, you'd have me and wouldn't be satisfied. Those tight hugs you used to give me are now limp waves, smiles, and nods. How dare you say you love me?"

I walk away.