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You and Annette had broken up a day before New Year's Eve.
No one got it. You were the power couple and I believed that one day you'd get married and have babies and I'd still be both of you's friend.
I guess many knew you wouldn't be together forever because of the age gap and the long distance. She was two years older than you and you rarely had sex whenever she visited our town.
At least that's what she had told me, a year after you had broken up.
But the universe had different plans for the both of you.
Annette was out of it and she wasn't that happy anymore. And from our messages-yours and mine-it didn't seem like you cared about it. Like it hadn't even happened.
People were talking behind your back. In locker rooms and classrooms. Saying how it was bound to go wrong, the age gap was just ridiculous. I didn't get it, it was just two years apart . . . ?
It was a difficult period for me. Whose side should I take? Yours, who always insulted me and told me that I didn't have friends or hers, who supported me and was nice?
I think I decided to take both of your sides. I never mentioned to both of you that I talked to the other person.
Why I took your side? Because I was, quite literally, enchanted by you and how you had made me feel special before. I loved your attention. I loved you.
No. Not in love. I loved you as in I cared for you deeply and wanted only the best for you. I didn't have feelings for you. I simply just loved you because of the way you had been so caring. You were my best friend.
When I look back to it, I was a bitch.
I only loved the attention you gave me and I mistook it for friendship.
Stupid of me for using you like that. But in a way, you had used me, too, right? So, we're even.
Yours truly.
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