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.