Same thing with this one:)
The Best Thing I Never Had
It started as just a simple diss, like a flick to the nose or the break of a nail. Simple but not forgiven. The more we talked it seemed like we were driving to the boxing arena. A set up. She had a coach, a water boy, both on her side. Both being fuel to the fire. As I tried to fix it with my compassionate words it was the same as pulling a dog’s tail, her tail. One bite to the arm from her and the fight bell sounded. Round One. I wasn’t planning on what was about to happen. She threw most of the punches, powerful yet guided by her “so called team”. I was hurt by the things that she said, but I wasn’t backing down. Beep Beep-a text-Round Two. The texts sent got worse, but I was growing a backbone for an attempt to protect my goodwill. Some other words she said-will not be repeated-stung like a bee but again shook it off, getting teary eyed but fine. I shot back with “You don’t have the slightest idea of what you’re about to do. You’re clueless”! That didn’t do much to my benefit; she just went straight to the level that was too far. I hated every moment of this match, every punch went straight to my heart. I never understood what actually occurred that night. The scars on my heart tell the story of us. I realized, even though she painted a smile on in front of the mothers, it will never be the same. The next day I remembered that I never really had a best friend at all.