BRENDA'S POV All this while, I thought I was the problem. I thought I wasn’t good enough. That maybe, just maybe, if I loved Michael harder, held on tighter, he would see me the way I saw him. But I was wrong. Michael never loved me—I can feel it, even though he keeps saying otherwise.Five long years of dating him, yet I can’t even tell who he truly is. I’ve asked him countless times if he was in love with his best friend, Maria, but he keeps denying it, brushing off my concerns as paranoia.I can’t take my eyes off them. Their presence irritates and disgust me.Who brings their best friend on a date? Who whispers and giggles like lovers while their girlfriend sits in silence?If not my Italian, 6'5, fair boyfriend with his short ugly bestie. Michael is sitting directly opposite me, while Maria is beside him, her hands wrapped around him like he’s her possession, her face so close that I can feel the heat of their closeness from where I sat. They keep making eye contact, lost in the
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