One time Sarah had been crying over a boy. I had been holding her while she cried into my shoulder. Eventually she had gotten together a little more and pulled away so she could look at me. "Sometimes, Mia, I think that you're the only person who understands. You're never mean and you always listen. Maybe we're true soulmates," she had told me.

I had floated through the next few days. I had never been so sure she felt the same as me.

Then I saw her and Joseph Ciles hugging. I had realized that she didn't feel the same. I had dragged my feet for the rest of the week, not wanting to live. Even Sarah's company couldn't make me feel better. I was depressed until she needed me again. Then I put my feelings aside. 

"Guys suck," she mumbled.

I had nodded, because, duh. But I couldn't tell her my feelings. It was her turn to mourn. I didn't want to bother her with my love. And I didn't want to lose my best- and only- friend. I couldn't take it. Sarah kept me afloat. And I sure as hell wasn't sinking.