She's From Thailand

She's from Thailand. She's got dark hair and dark eyes, and she's just so teeny tiny. With her itty bitty hands and her itty bitty feet, she's everything my best friend wants. I suppose it's time I write it down, because I know inside myself somewhere that it's the truth. There's a lump inside my heart that no doctor can find. It's hard enough to admit to myself, let alone him. I want her to go away. I'm just waiting for something, anything to happen. I don't want to say it, I really, truly don't, but I absolutely must admit that I hope some sort of natural disaster happens over someplace close to her hometown. Not a big one, just a small typhoon that doesn't hurt anybody, but requires her to come home for a few months. Maybe then he would realize that he did not make enough time for me. Every person I complain to says that I'm in love with him and I just don't know it. But I know that I'm absolutely not. But then again, no one ever did understand his and my relationship. He loved me so hard and for such a long time, but I never felt the same. He says that she's his first love, because much like me, he cannot admit to himself the reality of the situation. I only hope and pray that they are done before she leaves, for watching his heart break would only make my guilt and frustration worse than it already is.