dear boy 3,
I hate you. I hate you for hurting my bestfriend. for playing with her heart and for ruining the last few weeks she had left in high school.
that's what you expect me to write here isn't it?
well you're wrong. i don't hate you.
i can't lie, i'm disappointed, hurt and upset by what you did. i thought you actually cared, that maybe you guys could have lasted. I guess us girls just expect too much more from men.
but know this, i don't hate you. not one bit.
i can't say i'm happy with what you did. you will forever be that guy who played with my bestfriend's heart, the guy who left her, the guy who hurt her.
we even fought because of you, because of the person she became when she was with you..
but despite that, i know you said sorry. i know you made her happy even if it was just temporary. so that also makes you the guy who made her smile. once.
thank you for that.
i'm not thanking you for being the
awful, selfish, and unfair person that hurt her.
i'm thanking you for letting her go, for letting her see that God had someone so much more better planned for her.
and I know that this all happened for a reason, it always does.
thanks for being a part of my highschool life, even if it ended that way. thank you for the times that you were nice and even for the times when you weren't so nice.
for the resto-project memories where you became the manager, even if you never gave back the money we earned as a group. thank you.
it was your loss C, she was a real catch. but no regrets, i'm pretty darn sure she's much better off without you.
stay safe and best of luck in life, strive in college and don't laze around like you did in high school.
take care and God bless you always!
sincerely yours, C.
f a r e w e l l
