Attachment

I wish I hadn’t gotten so attached to you or at least, the ideal of us. If I hadn’t gotten so attached then I would have spare time or thoughts to myself. Now whenever I have any time alone all I think of is your eyes and us. Your blue eyes and smile that still makes me weak in my knees, even though you have someone else. Speaking of someone else, why would I help you get the girl? I want to be the one you sweep off her feet and carry off into the sunset, so why would I lift someone else onto the back of your horse? I need to put being your girlfriend before being your friend. I need to hold on to that glimmering thread of hope. It sparkles when I think about it and is so promising that it’s blinding. Do you see it too?