Short story's

Knowing

I remember the eyes you looked at me with, the smile you gave, and your small laugh you covered behind your hand. I might not like you romantically anymore but sometimes I find myself looking for you.  Catching your gaze in the hallways and silently acknowledging each other's presence. I was fine when you started going out with someone on my own birthday, I was fine when you broke up with her and started talking to me about your problems and failed love life. I was even fine when you started dating again. Dating my best friend. "Bestfriend". And once again when you broke up and needed a friend. I was there. Sad thing is you even knew that she once went out with your own brother. Do you remember the day you told me y'all started going out? We were on the phone. That whole day. From morning to night. And you didn't even think to tell me sooner? Instead you let me embarrass myself and told you words both of us were waiting for.