I trusted him. We've been friends since grade school. I thought he'd never betray me. I let my guard down, all too willing to let the walls crumble. He had the power to destroy my faith in friendships. Because if he could not be trusted, then no one could. I was right.
I trusted her. I gave her my love. I handed over everything, giving her all power over me. She has the power to break me into a thousand pieces. I trusted her not to. I believed she wouldn't. I was wrong.
I needed him. He helped me heal the wounds all my mother's boyfriends left when they abandoned us. He helped me to see that I don't just repel anyone with XY chromosomes. I thought I would never be able to have a man I can rely on in my life. I was right.
I needed her. She filled a vacant space that I didn't know resided within me. She made me feel whole. She made me feel happy. For once, I began to believe that I was worth something. That I deserved happiness. I was wrong.
I loved him. Not in a gay way, just in a dude-to-dude-without-romantic-feelings way. He was the one person I would tell everything to. He was the one person I who never make me feel bad about myself, never make me feel like a failure. I thought it was too good to be true. I was right.
I loved her. I never realized how powerful love was until I met her. It completely overtook everything, blinding me. Making me into an idiot, a little puppy trailing behind her as she broke my heart without looking back. I thought she loved me. I was wrong.
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