BestFriend
Was the title I gave to you after everything we’d experienced together. I trusted you with everything , as you trusted me. I was new to town, nervous and quiet, afraid to speak. You befriended me and for that I will always be grateful. we had sleepovers and shared secrets, we went through some of the worst times of our life together and even some of the best. I had your back till the end and I thought you had mine. My first real heart shattering experience you were there to help me through it and when you got your heartbroken I was right next to you returning the favor. I ignored what people told me about you, because rumors are just rumors and I believed that getting to know someone was a lot more important than listening to petty rumors spread around. But I should have listened. I didn’t care if you had a bad reputation or if everyone in this small town hated you, you were my bestfriend. Over time though you started to change. I don’t know if it was the we/ed or getting a boyfriend but you weren’t the person I thought you were. As I sit here writing this I know I should be typing with fury falling from the tips of my fingers onto the keys but instead tears are spilling with hurt and sadness. I never thought you were going to stab me in the back and twist the knife, everyone told me but I wouldn’t believe it. You wouldn’t do that to me, not your bestfriend. I had too much faith in you, faith you didn’t deserve. You talked bad about me, called me horrible names and told people things about me that I told you in confidence. I never thought there would be a day were we wouldn't friends, I never would have imagined this two years ago. But you’re not the same person who embraced me with open arms in 8th grade. You’re a manipulating, lying, fake person who will do anything to get high. In the end I’m glad I’ve gotten rid of someone so rotten from my life but there will always be some piece of me that misses my old bestfriend.