I was at a party. A place where I'm meant to be having a lot of fun, right? Not quite. I dismissed myself by telling my friends I was taking a quick trip to the bathroom. Quick huh? It had been about 10 minutes and I was far away in a corner on the verge of crying. The girl I had liked, the girl I had been talking to, had asked me for advice on how to get her crush to like her. It hurt. It really hurt to see her go for this guy. Despite that, I just wanted to see her happy, so I supported her. I became her wingwoman. Her intel gatherer. I would ask him all the questions that she was too afraid to ask and just like that she had blasted off. The time came for the slow dance. She saw her crush on the floor and turned to me in hesitation. I put my hand on her back and pushed her gently towards the floor. Go on is what I was saying. A little party favor for her. She went. And that's when I left to the bathroom. As if I wasn't torn already, I came back out to a sight that crushed me. There they were on the dance floor. Lips locked in a passionate kiss. That was it. I left. Stormed out of the building feeling nothing but wrenching heartbreak. Tears ran down my face and my jaw felt wired shut. There she goes. The girl i loved most. And she'll probably never know.