Tired

“You alright over there” questioned the voice across the room. “Yes”, she replied, “I’m just tired.” And she was tired, of everything. Tired of waiting, tired of wishing, tired of being disappointed. She spent her whole life chasing dreams she would never reach. He could have any girl he wanted and the last thing he wanted was her. She lay there motionless for the slightest movement may be the difference between her sanity and her shattered heart. He was everything to her. The best friend, the confidant, the sounding board. When she had a rough day, he was the first person she called because somehow he always seemed to know just what to say to take her mind elsewhere. Likewise, when he had great news, she was his number one. Their lives were so entwined it was hard to imagine it could ever be any different. They were partners in crime and losing him would, at the very least, mean losing part of herself.