My friend and I, we talked about that girl.

Gave her silly nicknames, and mocked her, and made no secret of it.

We marvelled at her obnoxiousness, her plays for attention, her seeming ease at finding boys to break. She even had you after her at one point, didn't she?

Yes, you told me she 'messed you around'. Couldn't make up her mind about what she wanted. Went hot and cold - cold and hot.

And for the life of me I can't see how. Why would you play around with someone so flawless? Or perhaps not flawless, but bearing no flaws I cared for.

She told me after, when she asked me why I liked you and I told her you were lovely, that she knew. Knew you were lovely. And she had a sad look on her face as she said it - though who knows how sincere it was. The look said she was sorry she'd let you go.

And for the life of me, I can't see how she had. I knew when I saw you that I wanted you. And that I would try for you as much as my dignity would allow. And whilst I said that I'd give you as much of a chance as anybody, I knew in fact that I was giving you much more. And we proved that at the end of October, didn't we?

My friend and I, we stopped talking about that girl ten minutes ago. All I wanted to say was how I couldn't believe that she'd had the heart to try and break you like she did - and all she wanted to say was how sick, sick to the stomach she'd be if that girl kissed her boy tonight.

But neither of us said the words.