The Flaws in OUR Stars.

Flaws. Everyone has them. Every person. Every relationship. Even dreams. This story, even though the title says it all, didn't start out with flaws. It started with the other F-word. Friendship.

I see you every day. I look you dead in the eye and still you see nothing anymore. How could we have gone from "being related" or **THIS** close to kissing or people thinking we are dating, to not even knowing each other in less than 2 weeks? I mean don't get me wrong, I still love you, care for you and still would take a bullet for you if a gun was at your head, the only difference now..?, is that i don't think you feel the same way anymore..

We met in second grade. If you'd told me then that we'd be BEST FRIENDS in high school I would've never believed you. I was the girl that nobody wanted up until high school. maybe that's why we became really close. and I mean we've always been close but never that close, close as in if i put my legs on you, you'd rub on them and comfort me and it wouldn't be weird. (you may laugh, but it's happened.) or that we had that relationship where you could go from joking around to being in a completely serious conversation at the turn of a word. i never knew my favorite person would be the one to hurt me the most.

I told you everything. and I mean everything. things that I don't even tell my family. things that if I were too scared to tell anyone, you'd be the person to find out first. I mean I always knew that one day we'd get separated, but I didn't think it'd be this soon. you barely even talk to me now. and if you do it's just about our math homework. it's not fair how when you could love someone that much for so long and then someone else comes and "loves" them "more" and now I don't even know who you are anymore.

You see because the flaws in our stars aren't even ours. They were misguidances, fake loyalty, and a jealous girlfriend , followed by trying to make the right decision. I get those are hard to make but still, in my mind he lost the moon while counting the stars.

I may be insecure. I may be conceded. I may be a princess, a brain, or even a basket-case. (breakfast club reference!!) but if there's one thing I know for damn sure, it's that I never stopped loving you. maybe someday I will, but not anytime soon I hope.

In the end, we can blame the stars or tell ourselves it wasn't meant to be, that it wasn't destined to happen, but deep down we know that the flaws weren't in the stars, or even in ourselves, the flaws were in her.