I blame you.
All the time I blame it all on you.
I say you were heartless, you didn't give a damn about me the entire time. Our friendship meant nothing to you. I tell people I let it go. That I don't care anymore. That getting rid of all this negativity was the best thing that could've happened to me. But somehow I don't think I'll ever let this go. I'm angry. I'm still angry and it's been long enough for me to be fine. But everything was more to me than just a simple friendship. You were my person. My number one person. Nothing was a secret in my life to you. I told you everything, and trusted you with more than I ever should have. While my life was an open book, I came to find out yours was never really what you ever told me it was. It could even be possible that everything you ever said may have been untruthful. Yet somehow I find myself missing you. Like it takes me a moment to realize I can't tell you some awesome or funny or even crazy story about my day. I can't tell you anything at all ever again because just as quickly as you and I became friends we disintegrated. We became nothing when it never had to be this way. You didn't have to lie to me. You didn't have to keep all this from me you weren't protecting me. You were protecting yourself.
Gabsviolet // g.vio.g
