Detente
There are so many things we need to say.
I want to shake her until her teeth rattle, want to strike her until she feels what I did.
I want to yell, "I trusted you!"
I want to shout, "You were the first one on the team that I trusted, that I liked! The first one that I cared about if you liked me back."
I want to say, "I wanted to be friends. I thought we were, in our way."
I offer what I can. I tell her I've already forgiven her. She snaps back that she didn't ask.