I hate you. You made me trust you, only to break me. I confided in you, only to lose everything when you met her. You were my best friend, until she told you to stop talking to me. And with no explanations, no words except "Go away" you left me. For two years, I thought about you. Missed you. Wondered how you were doing. I heard bits and pieces of news about you, and I thrived on those. And then, we were talking again. It was like the break never happened. Easy as breathing, we spent time together, and I was happy. And I thought you were too. Until you broke me again. Two sentences was all it took to make my world crumble. "I'm going back to her," was hard enough to hear. "F*** off" nearly killed me. What happened to the boy that was my best friend? That shared secret hopes and dreams with me? I hate you for making me feel worthless, vulnerable, and most of all, I hate for for abandoning me. You promised you would always be there for me, but you lied. I hate you for it, but most of all I hate myself for believing it.
