Him or Me

I’m the friend. The guy she leans on, laughs with, and complains to.

The guy that gets all of her jokes and sees her at her worst.

The guy with his hands shoved deep in his pockets to keep from touching her.

The guy so good at hiding his feelings she’s never once suspected.

Until the day I tip her hand and everything changes.

Until the day I give her the choice that's been right in front of her this whole time.

Him or me?