In a way, this was a happy ending for both of us him getting married to his beautiful boyfriend and me dead on the floor. I always had a crush on him since year eight we had met in year seven everyone said we looked alike. When he was sixteen he got a boyfriend. I had to win him what ever it takes. I befriended him we became best friends. I remember the night in the cinema he was scared grabbed my arm during a certain sleeve. When I got home I took it off and hung it on my wall. Eventually he and his boyfriend had gotten engaged and he asked me to be the best man. I accepted the role graciously. While doing my duties I slowly tried to pry them apart pointing out there differences. I think his boyfriend started to notice. That’s when his boyfriend stabbed me and told me he would never date me. The happy ending the delusion of the chance of me and him