Am Not Cupid

The guy I like, my best friend, falls for every other girls....taller, shorter, lighter, darker, more blonde, less redheaded, prettier, funnier, crazier, more arrogant...but never for the one who solely lived for him...ME .

And I was always there to fix him, and watch him throw himself into another fling, but I'd still be there with my tape working on his scratches as my wounds bled even more.

But this time he's fallen in love for real, and it's all my fault.