To me, being friends is more than just going out to eat Taco Bell every weekend & watching Netflix while smashing those 12 tacos down before your dog eats them.
But I guess that's all our friendship was to you and that's fine.
I spilled my heart out to you and told you all of the bad things I've been through. You reacted to it as if you really cared.
We went every where together. You really truly were my best friend.
You watched me fall in love with a boy that was, without a doubt, my whole world.
You watched me cry over him when we fought. You watched me screenshot his selfies and listened to me when I couldn't stop talking about how perfect he was and how happy he made me.
But the second you could, you swept in and took him from me.
You slept with the guy your best friend loved and cherished. And you let it go on for months on end without telling anyone.
The moment I caught on, you both called me crazy and insecure, acting like neither of you would ever- in a million years- betray me that way.
But you did.
You betrayed me in a way that will forever hurt me.
Now that we're no longer friends, you're confessing your mistake. The only problem though, is that you aren't confessing it to me. Instead, you're confessing it to everyone around us. Making me look like the world's biggest idiot.
You made me feel like I wasn't good enough for him or for you.
My heart broke and my eyes swelled up with tears.
The whole world came to a halt and I realized even the people I trusted the most, could never be fully trusted.
I want to take this time to say thank you. Thank you to both of you for making me a stronger person. Thank you for making me realize that the world sucks and people suck.
Thank you for breaking my heart more than I ever thought possible.
