I watched bitterly as he gave her the ring. They had been dating four years now, and I had spent those four yers in silence, watching them and wishing with my whole heart that I could have what she did. I remember when they first started dating, back when the three of us were still best friends. That was when I woke up and saw things for what they were. I realized that all those years of taunting and teasing, the reason I made his life miserable was because, unbeknownst to even me, I had a crush on him. And all this time, it was her, not me, that he wanted. One day she found out her boyfriend was cheating on her. It was him she fell back on when there was nowhere else to turn, and she looked deeper and saw how much he cared for her, how much he wanted her to be his. So time went by and I supressed my jealous feelings enough to maintain my friendship with them both. Yet, the more serious they got, the more my emotions started slipping through the cracks. I finally gave in to my heart. There was no way I could remain friends with them whilst enving everything they had together, everything I would never have. So we had drifted apart, and I waited for the day they would split, and I would be there for him like he was there for her so many years ago. Seeing this last exchange, my heart sunk and my final hopes were crushed. Tears ran down my face as I ran from the room, away from everything my life had become.