You keep it all a secret like he hasn’t become what he became to me. I can see it in his eyes and I can see it in your unsteady hands. You think I’m that stupid? Trust me I too was once there. I know the way he gets inside your head. Friends don’t do that. Best friends don’t do that. I opened my heart up to you about things I couldn’t tell anyone, especially things about him. This changes everything, including my respect for you. Fuck him, to hell with him, I’m better than him. But this coming from you? I would never do the same to you, ever, no matter how much I wanted him. Shit, last year you didn’t even like him. Now you’re taking pictures of him, with him and accepted his promposal because it felt right?

I know its been a year and I might say I’m over it but I am still working on being 100%, but it still doesn’t mean that what you did is okay.