I have been in love with my best friend for the longest time. Whatever he does I am sure to tag along, just so I could spend time with him. I went rollerblading, played soccer, tennis, and even tried rock climbing. But I highly doubt if my best friend has the slightest idea about what I feel about him. I think I will always be a friend to him, a sister.

But I began to hope when he asked me to join him in his latest adventure—backpacking in Barcelona, Spain. I was so thrilled as this is my chance for him to get to see me in a different light. You know what they say about romance in a strange city. And since we are going in less than two months, I started to prepare for my “all or nothing” trip. I bought the cutest travel backpack possible, since I will be seen with it most of the time. But of course it was also big enough to fit all my stuff. All these excitement was yesterday, before my best friend came over to my house and told me that he met someone and he wanted to ask me if he could invite her to come with us in Barcelona. I said yes naturally, I don’t want him to go alone, because I am definitely not going. I will be home alone mending a broken heart.