A letter to no one.

Dear old friend-

Remember those moments we once spent together?

The endless hours laughing over nothing, our handshake, singing along to songs at the top of our lungs, sleepovers, tears, laughs, family fights, hour long phone conversations, endless questions about our future, and the promise that we would be there for each other for forever.

Funny how fast things change.

I like to look back on those times and try to remember those two girls- best friends. partners in life.

Unfortunately it never was fair. It was never was right. I should have known that from the start.

Time and time again- same pattern... different guy.

Yes, this is about you.

You know who you are.

You hurt me once- shame on you... You hurt me three times- shame on me.

Always laughing and happy around everyone else.

Too bad they didnt see everything.

Chicks before Dicks? Yeah right.

I am sick of dwelling in that friendships light- because its a light that never existed because EACH time it was so easy for you to diminish it.
 
No one knows about each time I forgave you.

Not once did I question inviting YOU into MY life.... Opened arms. Endless invitations- For what?

I hope you are happy, everyone loves you.

You got just what you wanted.

Mom warned me from the very start.

Selfish cant be hidden in the eyes.

Shame on me for never listening- and defending you in EVERY fucking fight.

I dont care if this hurts you.

Because you and I know- when you saw me confident and happy, it made you angry inside. 

You never wanted what was best for me- what type of friendship is that?

Every guy that hurt you, used you or abused you- gets more credit then everything we ever had.

Thank you for showing me how naive I was- But more importantly, thank you for showing me what type of friends not to have.

That letter you wrote me... was a load of crap.

Let me remind you...Each time it was ME that took you back.

Not once did you make the effort.

"You werent convenient at the time"- how about everyone hears about that?

The truth is cold, hard, and painful... But its a fact.

Thank god I finally saw it- Because I was sick of pretending.

I hope everything works out for you... with guy number whatever....