she held, loved, caressed you, fed you nature's red kisses, dripping with sweet brown heavenlies of chocolate. you sighed and kissed her the same way you did with me last week. she giggled, touched your soft skin with a feather, making you sweat like a worker bee in early summer. I caught myself picturing me instead of her next to you, wearing that ring... wait. i think i have that ring, the one you proposed with? so you can't even have the decency to buy a different one?! slowly, i get up, walking towards you, planning a sweet hello. hello. it's not what you think?! really? is it a dream? nah. i just... please... i love you plain... enough to kiss her? you love me enough to kiss her, my best friend, i guess we share everything, even best friends. but for you she's more than that... you could've at least used your own bed! i come back to you, now the two of you shocked, wondering what to do; i'm holding a tray, two cups of tea and start cleaning the room, don't mind me... i'm just cleaning, get back to your tea it's getting cold... baby look... look what? i know you hate me... i don't hate you... stop this! what?! say something! i hate her! it could've been anyone, but you chose the most beautiful girl, the one my envy was directed to each time, model, the type usher would sing about... my best friend... or best enemy? i have no title for her now, she's yours... i could put her in an envelope for you, signed and sealed with a kiss... marked: WITH LOVE, PLAIN.