this one is dedicated to the person that i stuck by.
through all the drama.
through the rumors.
through her shitty fucking boyfriend and their toxic-ass relationship.
but in the end, the shitty boyfriend got what he wanted, didn't he?
for you to be isolated.
no friends.
only his.
and a part of me is mad that he won.
but that part of me is the part that still cares.
the other half is happy you're on your own. you will spend the rest of your life in a relationship that the both of you continue to question.
and i'm okay with that.
because it does not involve me anymore.
and will no longer affect me.
and in the grand scheme of things, you're the one that lost, aren't you?
update: and what's funny as i look back on this post years later is that you eventually lost both of us in the end, didn't you?
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