How is it that I'm always there. For them. With them. But I'm never noticed.
Just me. Just a friend. Just a pal. Just the girl they see on their way to work. Or at work. Or after work.
The one they invite places, often. But never one-on-one.
I'm not that plain-jane. At least I don't think I am. Some tell me I'm beautiful. But they don't mean for them. I never stand out. Not to the ones I care about.
I'm the nice one. The dependable one.
They always confide in me. About the one they do love. The one that makes their heart skip a beat. The one that is never me.
They lean on me to boost their egos when they need it. To drive them home when they cannot. To pick up the shattered pieces when another "she" has destroyed them.
Even the ones that do notice me. Eventually stop noticing. Even with them I become just the friend. The one to count on, but not to want to be with.
I'm tired of my definition. Tired of being the pal. Yet scared to lose my pals.
If the best relationships are based on amazing friendships, then why can't I get there. The amazing friendship thing I know. I do well. But those never want the relationship. Not with me.
They tell me the tales of the girls they do want. The ones that are not nice to them. At all.
I've tried to be that girl. I can't. It's not me. Even though sometimes I wish I could. I sometimes wonder if I could become visible if only I could.