He was always there.
Kindergarden, Building blocks. Next door neighbors.
First Grade, first kiss. It’s just a crush.
Twelth Grade, prom king.
She is not his queen.
His heart breaks. She is single but revolting.
His new girl, old friend,
takes pictures constantly.
Reminders that she is alone.
This life with him is toxic, they say.
One sided and toxic.
I’m sorry, she says.
Each moment with you reminds me
I’m not good enough for you.
He says nothing. He’d moved on long ago.