It was around this time in December that I saw you last. Your shirt so crisp when it had been haphazard the times I knew you - always thrown on from whatever that was near. Your happiness radiating off in the form of a genuine smile I didn’t know could be used in ways other than to get what you want. And the way you hugged me without an ulterior motive except to truly know how I was. For you were the person I always wanted and tried to get you to be but, the girl by your side had achieved this in a matter of months. And I didn’t know an escape route except in the form of a phone call that didn’t exist and you always knew I could never hide my emotions from my face. The embarrassment that crept in after to tell me I wasn’t the one to change you nor was I seeing the progress with my relationships because I had trouble getting over you.