My Bestie's Ex

<p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I can't borrow him.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>He's not a sweater or a skirt.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>He's not even her favorite dress-the lucky one she wears on first dates. The one she probably wore on her first date with him.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>In my defense I didn't know who he was. To me he was a cool calm confident stranger. He was perfection for the entire hour and a half train ride while the concrete jungle turned into a rolling green landscape.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>To an outsider we probably appeared more friends than hopeful lovers. But my blush came quickly and his dimples indented with every smile. We definitely shared a spark of what could be.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Too bad I didn't know who he was before I fell for him because he can't be mine.</span></p>