Even when you, who used to insist only on comfortable hoodies and sneakers, suddenly started wearing clothes similar to mine,

Even when you, who hadn't cut your hair for years saying you loved long hair most, suddenly showed up one day with it chopped into a bob,

Even when you posted a photo almost identical to my Instagram post just one day later,

Even when our friends laughed it off, saying, "You two are starting to look more and more alike."

I brushed all of it off as nothing.

I thought it could happen because we were close friends.

That tastes could become similar, and that we could grow to resemble each other if we spent a lot of time together.

But back then, I thought all of those things were just coincidences.

Surely.

Surely not.

Because I never imagined my best friend would be coveting my boyfriend.

And I didn't know. The reason you copied my style, the reason you copied my tastes, was ultimately because you wanted to become the kind of person he likes.

Just as he looks at me,

You wanted to make him look at you someday.