A few painful weeks later of Taylor kissing, holding hands and talking about Rosie non-stop I found her crying in the bathroom.

"Taylor, what happened?" I rushed over to hug her. She wrapped her arms around my waist as she sobbed on my shoulder. 

"Rosie broke up with me," she cried.

I felt a swell of happiness raise within me, but of course I didn't show it.

 "You are too good for her. Okay?" I said gently.

"Thanks," Taylor said hugging me closer to her.