"Courtney"

I didn’t want to like her.

But I suppose you already knew that.

I told myself she’d be just like all the others--

            a flippant, dim-witted, twit.

She’d be short, and skinny, with fair skin, long curly hair, and she’d be trendy.

Certainly, she’ll have pretty eyes, a perfect smile, and less than average intelligence.

She’d definitely be irritating, intellectually devoid, and emotionally replete.

And of course she would worship you for reasons she can’t herself explain.

She just does,”just because”.

… My best friend’s girlfriend.

I really didn’t want to like her.

And I thought she’d make that easy.

Of course she would hate my surprise arrival—

            How could I just drop in so unexpectedly?

She’d make me feel unwelcome in her house, make me stay elsewhere.

Obviously because she’s frightfully insecure, she knows I was here first, a fact she won’t forget.

She’ll surely make it difficult, painstaking, and awkward,

just because she can.

She won’t admit why; “Just because”.

… My best friend’s girlfriend.

I didn’t want to, but I do adore her.

And of course, you knew I would.

I probably should apologize for my hesitancy—

            I was unwelcoming, standoffish, and mean.

We both know I don’t know any other way to be but cynical, and suspicious.

Apparently, because I am intensely apprehensive, considering that she might be less than perfect.

Not for just anyone, and not “just because”.

… Because she’s my best friend’s girlfriend.