Mine for a Moment

by Catharina Maura

They won’t know that I’ve stood here with those same tears in my eyes, pretending it doesn’t hurt to watch my best friend love one of our friends the way I wish he’d love me.

I study her face, taking in her red eyes and the pure despair in her gaze. “Who did this to you?”

What was I thinking, telling my older brother’s best friend that I was tired of waiting? That I wanted to be kissed in the back seat of a car?

“I was waiting,” I murmur, turning to face her. “For what?” “You.”