I stand in the back of the room with your curly haired friend - no, our curly haired friend. My eyes are focused on you, while her eyes are focused on your best friend - her nearly boyfriend. I guess you could say that we are looking with our hearts rather than our eyes. I take one quick picture of you and your friend, solely because you are both so adorable, I can't help but capture the bromance in action.

She pulls me outside, asking me what was so urgent that I had sent her a message while in the prayer room. Of course, with all the people surrounding us I tell her not there, and find an isolated corner to sit in. Looking at the corner the realization that I have more in common with this corner than I ever thought I'd have hits me like a wave. She sits down across from me, and I take a deep breath. I know that it won't be easy to retell this story, but there are questions I need answers to, answers that only she has. So I begin.

At first I tell her about you, about how we started talking, about the very first song you ever sent me, and how that kicked off everything. And then I tell her about us, because after a while the you and me don't exist, and theres only an us, a togetherness that slowly slipped away. I tell her that I like you, that I have for a while, and I watch her face morph from confusion to understanding and finally, to happiness. When I see that expression, the small flame of hope flickers in my heart again, and I think to myself that maybe, just maybe you do have feelings for me. And maybe theres still hope for us. She looks at me like the way I looked at your messages every day, her eyes gleaming like a little girl in a candy shop.

I think after a while I finally work up the courage to ask her what she's smiling about, and I think thats when it all actually started to fall apart.