All is Fair In Love and War
It was a battle, a fight between both of us. You against me. Me against you. My word against yours. Your word against mine. How were we going to cope? It seemed so impossible, looking back I wonder if it was even possible for us to love then. Were we just believing in love, or was a real thing? My heart does ache every so often for you, but I can control it by looking at his face. You went that way, and I went my way. It's sad how nothing really worked out right…maybe it should've, or maybe not. Is it true, what they say? That hearts can heal? It doesn't seem like it. I think I still have a scar on my heart from where you tore it in two. I'm not really sure. How can I be? It's all so confusing. You. You're the most confusing thing in the entire world, I think. See what you did? Now, I can't even think straight, it's filled with thoughts about you, and only you.
You left me, so I took him. He's better than nothing at all. He loves me, but I'm not sure if I love him back like I should. Do you really love her? Or is it all a game as well? Well, I don't know. But I do know, that it hurts telling you that I'm married to your brother, though a divorce has slipped through my mind countless times, but I can't go through with it. I can't sleep at night, knowing that you're lying by her side and not mine. I saw you at the wedding, holding her hand, kissing her neck…standing by her. You should've standing by me, not her. It's not fair. But…not many things are fair, now are they?
But when I try to blame myself for all of this, I think back to what you told me. "You're not good enough for me. I thought you were better than that. Why did you have to say that?" I'll tell you why. Because I loved you. Simple as that. But you didn't believe me. You thought that everything I said was a lie, and you were drunk, you fool, so I went and said something to your best friend, who then had to knock you out in the middle of the pub. I was afraid you'd really fight that man, he was so much bigger than you. So then you thought that I was trying to make you look like a 'freak'. That's all you ever cared about, looking good and not making a fool of yourself. Maybe I needed a break as well.
But it's over now. I left you. You left me. We're with other people, and we try to love them. I know you still have some feelings for me, and I will be honest, I still have some for you. But we parted, and we can't go back. I guess, that all is fair in love and war then, just like you've always told me…