Birdy and Boo
Many tried it with me; but there was no one who was as worthy of an advasry as Boo.
I hated her. Was obsessed with her. Outdone by her, hands down, and mad the fuck about it for the wrong reasons. Even when first love's heartbreak, jealousy, and confusion were at play.. it was hard to rationally hate a bitch who was just too fucking good.
And love and hate really can be that intertwined.
How the hell was it that I didn't even have a dig for this bitch. She was pretty. She was smart. Fuck. She was fucking cool.
She was with my ex.. but... at least for once it spoke of excellent taste. In fact. I guess I should've taken it as a compliment. But for whatever forgotten reasons... we had been tricked by young, dumb, love, pride, and pitted against each other.
But that love was dumb. Enough so that he forgot he loved us cause we were the kind to actually think about it. And eventually, to his undoing, compare notes.