I talked about him for months. And I told you over and over again how cute I thought he was and how cool I thought he was. We talked about how cute he and I would be together. You knew. You knew how I felt about him. Why didn’t you care? Why did you let our friendship turn into such a cliche?
I didn’t want our friendship to end over just a little boy, but you hurt me so bad. You went behind my back and your current boyfriend’s back who would have done ANYTHING for you. And you lied to me, over and over. You ignored my feelings and focused solely on yours.
Then, when I told you how much it hurt me… Somehow all the fault was on me. And somehow I was the one acting strange and different. Maybe I was, because I had lost all respect for my number one person. And I had lost all trust for the person that knew the darkest corners of my heart. When I looked at you, I didn’t see a beautiful, vibrant woman anymore. I saw a selfish, dark girl.