Sadness and Irony and Love and all that Terrible Shit

My best friend just told the man of my dreams that she loves him. Which is technically a breach of the girl code, but that doesn't matter anymore. Because you know what he said back? That he loves her back.

And while those two go off and hug and cuddle and love each other, I'm left in tears.

She has him head over heels, and I can't manage to get him to stumble. And they love each other. And I am a horrible person, because I just wondered what would happen if I just confessed my love for him already, and hoped he would leave her for me.

Love makes people do ridiculous things.

It's ironic and sad. And shitty. Just like most of my life for the past month or so.