You know how I feel about you and you went straight into seeing this new guy less than a week after the shit that happened with the other guy. You. Are. Never. Single. Fuck! You found out I loved you and we didn't speak about it beyond the couple of times. Now you're the happiest I've seen you be in months and as happy as I am for you, I'm not the one causing that happiness. I have to watch this guy come pick you up from work and spend your breaks with you, and while I want to be happy for you, despite the way I feel for you in the pit of my heart, I feel like I never had a chance to be in a relationship with you myself. I hear about the things you two do together and I know that I would make you happy the same way he does. Oh well, I guess it's true what they say: friends can break your heart too.