• I wished I could tell her everything.

    I mean, that’s what best friends forever are supposed to do, right?

    There she was, sobbing her eyes about yet another man who broke her heart again. She had really thought he was the one too. He was everything a girl could ask for: brains, looks, personality, and a real charmer. Too bad he was also a lying cheating man whore too. I never liked him, but then again, I don’t like most men.

    So there we are, sitting on her bed, and I am holding her close as she cries into my arms. My long brown hair creates a veil around her, the long brown hair she always admired.

    Gosh Julie, you’re so lucky. I’ll never have more than 20 inches of frizzy, curly red hair.

    I loved her hair though. I loved her too. More than she may ever know.

    I thought he’d change. Change for me. I was wrong, huh, Julie.

    He doesn’t deserve you, love. Your beauty and love, brains and passion-God, how I wish for those things. But I can’t ask to get it from you, now can I. I don’t want to lose you over one mistake like that. I’d be a fool to think I can have what you fling at men. Why does life have to be so cruel?

    I’m done with men, Julie.

    Ha, if only that could mean what I wish it to mean. You always say that and by next week you have a new man, a new man to break your heart and smash to pieces. I wouldn’t do that, my love, promise. Why can’t you just see?

    Thanks, Julie. You’re always there for me. God, if only men could care like you do.

    Forget men, love, you have me.

    I guess Shakespeare was right when he said ‘Love is blind.’

    Oh yes, my love, love is indeed blind.