I just left your house, moments ago. You confided in me, fears about her. The girl who stole your heart. The girl who destroyed it and for the past few months has kept pieces of it across the states. Now she's returning, and you'll return to her. I just know.

You're a good friend. Our simple, casual friendship grew, visit after visit. The past month you've been by my side. I like who I am when I'm with you. I was starting to loose pieces of me, you brought them back. You helped me put myself together and I like you for that. Now it is time for me to be there for you. You are going to go back to the girl that broke you. You won't admit it, but we both know what is about to happen. It may work out for a while, but eventually you'll be left more messed up than before. You are lost and likely to have your heart broken again. There is an easy way to avoid this heart ache, but you were never one to take the easy way. I like that about you.

I want you to be happy, perhaps more than I want me to be happy. I guess that means, if it was up to me....I would choose to watch you be happy. However if she breaks, I will be a listening ear and a shoulder to lean on .