It’s creeping up again.

I can’t take this anymore. It’s like a nagging reminder of what I did, how wrong it was. I can’t help that he didn’t want her anymore. I couldn’t change that.

It’s all things considered.

But I was her best friend. And I was supposed to be there for her in her time of need and pain. But I ended up just causing more pain. I don’t know what to do.

It’s a game and you’re not the winner

I was happy in the beginning I guess. It was good, I was happy, he was happy. Then the guilt crept in. I tried to brush it off, but it didn’t work. It just came back. I saw her shocked face in my cereal, her tears when the rain came down agasint my window. It’s too much for me to bear.

It’s a haunting memory

It’s always sitting there in the back of my mind. I can’t brush it away anymore. I lost my best friend. But maybe it’s not too late. I can’t let this go, I can’t let her get away, I can’t let go of everything we’ve built up. Not now. Not after everything.