Unwelcomed

I remember how you helped me and him happen. I remember how you'd tag along with us, blocking the awkwardness. I remember how when him and I were over, you'd flirt with him right in front of me, as if nothing ever happened. And then one day he was over it, before I was. It's so strange, so unlike anyone before him. Now, you have him for yourself. Maybe, that's what you wanted all along. But that means you can't say that I'm the bad friend. Because you knew how much he meant to me, yet, you still took him as your own.