Dear fwb or whatever you think you were to me, I wish you knew the pain you caused me and i’m not talking the pain I felt once my parents found out we were screwing. The pain I felt when you claimed to care and then contradicted yourself and all I did was smile. I wish you knew how much it hurt when you said you would hang out with me and then blow me off for weed or crack or whatever the hell you do that fucks with your common sense. Despite being your “friend” I never felt like your friend. Friends don’t make each other feel like this and I can’t believe I was okay with the little attention I received when we “hung out”. I hope one day you think of me and all the little things I did for you and think damn I should of done something to show appreciation.
Best wishes.
JMA