I'm standing next to our curly haired friend and we're all up front again. It's almost time for the session to start and I have to say one thin before it does. I quickly lean over and ask her a question. Its something as simple as asking if I can talk to her before she leaves, but somehow she picks up on my wary tone, and can already tell who it's about. She tells me yes, and I'm sure it will all be alright soon.

Do you remember a few months back when she texted me and asked how I knew you? She was interrogating me, questions thrown left and right. I think at the time I thought it might be because you had said something about me to her, but I wasn't entirely sure.

But then I asked you about it. And you said that you had told her not to do that. I knew then, that you had told her about me. I think it was good things, I hope it was good things. Otherwise why would she ask me about our relationship? Why would she ask me how I felt about you?

She told me she was your best friend, and she also told me not to hurt you. But I guess that was never a problem, because I don't think you can hurt someone who doesn't care about you, or what you do.

Did you like me then? Is that what you told her? And I was just too late to realize it?

I missed it, didn't I? I got selfish, screwed up, and missed my chance.

Tell me that's not the case love, tell me I'm not out of time.

She ends up leaving too early, and we don't have time to talk. I guess I won't know yet.

But maybe it's better not to know.