When I see how happy she is with your interactions,

When I feel the surge of her emotions,

When I know that this delight keeps her up every night.

It hurts me very much to see her smiling,

All because of you.

"Who is he?"

She asks.

"Someone you don't know."

I answer.

When I know too well,

That the answer I should be giving is,

"The person same as yours."

That same person that makes her smile,

That same person that makes her giddy,

That same person that she talks about all day,

That same person she stares at as if he would melt,

...Is the same as mine.

The same person that keeps me up all night,

The same person that's the reason of the long voice messages,

I send to my friend,

Because he happen to interact with me,

And I happen to get butterflies from it.

The reason of her happiness,

Is the same reason of my happiness.

But,

Who am I to interfere,

With that fleeting feeling she is feeling?

Who am I to stop,

That moment of happiness she is having?

Who am I to prioritize myself,

When I know I am hurting someone in the process?

Who am I to be in between of the person I'm in love with and my bestfriend?

I am no one,

But a sidekick,

That would giggle with her when he passes,

And appease her butterflies,

Whenever their skin touches.

I am no one,

But the supporting character,

That would help them make up,

And interact,

Even if my heart,

Shouts the same name as her.

I am no one,

But a person,

Who chose her bestfriend over herself.

Maybe I am someone,

But a bridge to connect,

The person I trust the most,

And the person I'd love the most.

I am hurt,

All because of you.