How does it feel to know that you betrayed someone who held your hand and comforted you when that jerk broke your heart? Do you ever feel guilty thinking about the lies you told about me after you ended our friendship?
Because it hurts me to know I meant so little to you. I never thought it would be like this. I sat with you on the phone for hours while you vented about your crappy boyfriends. I comforted you when you were cheated on, but I guess that never meant anything to you. In the end, I am not as precious to you as you once were to me. I don’t think I will ever understand how it was so easy for you to chase me out of your life when you once called me your best friend. All for some guy who manipulated me. A guy you once claimed to despise. I never want to understand. I never want to treat someone the way you treated me.
But at least I am free from guilt. At least I rest easy knowing that I tried my best to maintain our friendship despite your betrayal. I was the one who continued trying to be your friend even as it became increasingly obvious that you wanted nothing to do with me.
Despite it all, I wish you the best. I hope that all the hurt and heartbreak you inflicted upon me was worth it. It would be a shame if you bulldozed our friendship for a crappy ending. Good luck. I wish I could congratulate you on your big life events, but I don’t like insincerity.