i told you we’d be friends forever. if we dated, and we broke up, i’d move past it, and we’d still be best friends. i was ready to take that jump.

you weren’t.

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it’s been two months, and finally you tell me. you’ve been dating her since december. it doesn’t matter that since then, you’ve told me that you liked me often, and that sometimes you wish you were going out with me, and you’ve talked about us having sex still.

you waited two months to tell me.

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i didn’t lie to you. i thought i had, but the more i look at it, i didn’t. i don’t like you anymore. not like that. i like the idea of you. i like the idea of having a girl that’ll hold me in her arms, and tell me i’m beautiful. i like the idea of a girl who’ll kiss me in public bathrooms. i like the idea of living happily ever after with the girl who gave me my first kiss. shoot me for being a die hard romantic.

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i told you we’d be friends forever. you lied to me, you deceived me, you looked me in the eye and told me it wasn’t true, even though it was.

i don't know how i got so strong, but i did, and somehow, i've forgiven you already. i love you, and we’ll still be best friends forever.