Dear S,

I wish I could tell the world. I wish I could tell HER. About how we would stay up all night talking. About how we would say the same things at the same time. About how everyone thought we were a couple but we were just best friends. About how I saved your life. How I stopped you from hurting yourself by physically pulling you back and how that still has me traumatized to this day. How SHE was the one to drive you there.

I loved you. REALLY loved you. So much that I didn’t care that you weren’t mine. I was just trying to spend any second that I could with you, trying to absorb the love that I could, ignoring how pathetic I must look to all of them. The thing was SHE was never the problem. You were the one in the relationship with her. You could have ended it if you wanted to!! But instead, I was thrown away, forgotten and told to keep quiet. Which I did. While I was still with you. Because you were my drug. I had never loved like that before and I didn’t want to let it go. But now? Now that she cut you off from me because she didn’t like me? Well now the pain that I kept putting aside is refusing to be ignored. And now? Now, I want to give her your stuff back and those pictures that we took after our night together and see what happens then. Because now that you don’t even talk to me, what’s my incentive to keep quiet?

Hell hath no wrath like a women scorned, a$$h0l3