All I needed were my friends. I never wanted anyone else.
My friends were my family to the point that I was willing to sacrificce my own happiness for them.
But because of that.....
I never gained the complete happiness that I wanted.
Now that I want to correct my mistakes...
I looked like the bitch.
I was the third party.
Relationship-wrecker.
Antagonist.
But no one knew.
Only me and him....
They don't have the slightest idea....
That I was first.
He should have been mine if only I had been selfish enough to fight for him.
Deep inside me, I know I'm not doing anything wrong.
This feeling is not wrong.
Loving him was not wrong.
It was NEVER WRONG.
