You are my best friend, but you stole the guy I love. It's not your fault you're so pretty and flirty, you're just naturally playful. But it broke my heart when I told myself I would never be as good as you. You were always the athletic one. You were the smart one. You were the social one. And I wondered how I even got to be friends with you. Now you lift me up when I feel down. You are weird with me. You never tell my secrets, or break promises. I am so lucky to have found you, but I realize that I am also lucky to have found myself. I still feel invisible around your other friends, but I'm okay with that. I know you see me.