It Started

It started when you looked at me from across the room.
Then you smiled at me.
My stomach did flips, and I felt alive.
Then we talked.
It continued with laughter and tears, from laughing so hard.
You were so sweet to me.
Then we were friends.
My friends... were happy that you were now my friend.

It started when you hugged me.
I felt your warm embrace and never wanted to let go.
Then you'd grab my hand, as a joke.
We'd flirt shamelessly, and were told we'd be the perfect couple.
Then I was your girlfriend.
My friends... said we were great together, the perfect couple.

It started when you held my hand, and not as a joke.
You'd tell me I was the one for you.
Then we kissed.
I felt more alive and beautiful then ever before.
Kissing wasn't the only thing that happened.
We'd take walks, go on dates, have anniversaries, and share memories.
Things were amazing.
Then everything went downhill.
My friends... saw and worried.

It started when others got jealous.
Rumors would start.
I'd yell at you, you'd yell back.
Then I'd call a friend, who'd then trash talk you to make me smile.
We stopped the little things.
The laughter slowly died.
The shameless flirting was gone.
The little smiles ran for the hills.
We hugged less, kissed less, and held hands less.
I missed your warm embrace.
Then when I thought things couldn't get worse... they did.
My friends... stopped liking you.

It started when you said goodbye.
You told me it wasn't meant to be.
I wasn't your "one and only".
Then I started to cry.
It felt like I couldn't stop.
The smile you painted on my face, dissolved into the tears.
I wished I could go back to how it used to be.
My friends comforted me the best they could.
They wanted to make the pain go away.
Then I got over you.
My friends... knew I would, and wanted to laugh in your face.

It started when I realized my friends were always there.
Then I thought of you.
You weren't always there.
You came in, you made me like you, you made me love you, then you ripped my heart out.
I felt stupid that I ever thought to value you over them.
Then I knew who was more important.
My friends... that's who would always be there, not you... them.