you've grown up, kiddo.
I've seen the way she looks at you,
the way you look at her,
you're in love

I've seen the way your cynicism
can only make her smile
and the way she fumbles on her words
only makes you laugh

I've heard you both
at similar stages
"No, I'm not into her"
"Nah nah I'm not over it"

And somehow you both ended up here today
me being an awkward third wheel
while you both stared lovingly into each others eyes
it makes me so so happy, yet sick to the core

you see, just because i am truly
one hundred percent happy for you
doesnt mean I don't occasionally think
"I wish you'd chosen me"

But it wasn't a matter of choice,
was it?

After all,
the heart doesn't choose what it wants

it just knows.