They say I don't have friends anymore, because I left them for my boyfriend.

I didn't have him when I sat alone at lunch.
I didn't have him when I wasn't invited to parties.
I didn't have him when they whispered behind my back and glared.
I didn't have him when I cried at night, trying to think of ways to be better.

Then he came along. His eyes lit up when he saw me. He squeezed my hand when things got tough. He told me he'd always be there.

I'm inconsiderate now, because I run to him when I'm sad. I'm a backstabber now, because I sit with him at lunch, and not alone. I'm a fake friend now, because I found someone who actually cares about me.

But what my "friends" don't realize, is that if they called me today, I'd still do anything for them.
I miss who they used to be.
When we would make bracelets and double knot them so they never fell off. When we would beg our parents to have a sleepover, and cry if they said no. When we would say we would always have eachother.

But they changed.