Upon the moon

His heart

"I got this for you." He smiled pulling out a small white box. "Open it!"

My smile was real, but my feelings were not. I didn't want to take it, I didn't want to know what it was.

I look up at him, not lust but love in his eyes, a real smile bigger then the world playing on his lips.

He was my best friend, he was the one I went to when I needed a shoulder to cry on. He was my everything.

Not a crush! I never saw him that way. We were those kids; that girl wearing the baggy clothes to hide herself,and that boy who saw the real her the one under all the clothes and dirt.

When I fell for 'Mr. Right' and he crushed me. My pal was there for me, he was my shoulder. That night he Told me his true feelings.

"I love you!" He yelled out of the blue.

I was starstrucked, not in love. I look up to my dear friend, his brown hair was messy from holding me in bed all night as I cried. His brown eyes stared at me for response.

"I care for you too." I whispered,

I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't know who I was hurting. His worried expression turned to over joyed and he kissed me.

Not on the lips he knew I wasn't ready, that day I lied to my best friend.

He showed me off, to all his friends. So proud of what he called 'his' but I really wasn't. As I facked a smile my mind wander to that blond boy who still had my heart.

I tried, I really did. Mason was perfect, a great friend and boyfriend, but he wasn't the one. I really thought I was forgetting him, but I was just fooling myself.

I grabbed the box and slowly opened it afraid of what was inside. I gasped at the sight of a golden heart locket with a pink outline with small brown leafs and in the very center a red stone.

"Mason how could you?" I was more then shocked, "I used my savings." He grinned "Do you like it?"

"What you were saving up for a car?" I asked disappointed, not in him but in myself. How could I have tricked him with out knowing?

"Yeah." He shrugged "but your worth more." I swear my heart ached at hearing that. "What, you don't like it?" He frowned, "No! I love it." I really did. He smiled again, "Wanna know what it means?" I nodded, "Red for your birth stone, brown leafs for the ones I see in your beautiful face. Pink for your favourite color, and a golden heart for the one in your chest."

I smiled sadly at this man who has given me everything for nothing in return expected my love, and that I don't even have. After that he sang to me 'What makes you beautiful' by one directions.

He was truly the perfect guy. I wish I could have called him mine, and at a point I did, but I didn't feel the same. Stupid me.

Someone broke me, so I broke my best friend. He fixed my broken heart and I gave him one, now a days I walk the halls alone, being ignored by the one person I never meant to hurt. I deserved it thought, I miss him so mush. I still wear the necklace he gave me, but there's really no point. I no longer have his heart.