But he’s getting married next weekend. And I’m his best woman.
Warning I will sound like a totally needy and thirsty bitch. But bare with me.
We’ve been best friends ever since our first year of university. He’s not even my type physically. But we just understood each other and bonded so well. I never believed in soulmates but our friendship made me consider the possibility that he was mine.
Flashback to last year. When I found out that he was going to propose to another friend of our’s. I got jealous and desperate. I asked him over and we hung out. And I pulled out all the stops. Oversized shirt and panties a bit of make up and got my hair to look “messy”. We watched lotr and some hentai (we’ve done that before) and had drinks. It was to “celebrate” his soon proposal. I had other plans.