I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at her. For taking you when you were mine. I saw the way she looked at you when we kissed, but I didn't think she'd do anything. I hope the worst for her. Even if she was once my friend. I hope she adores the way you smile with your eyes and the way you drag out the ends of your words when you're tired. I hope she's so in love with you it drives her insane. And when she's at the point of no return I hope a new girl comes in and takes you. Just like she did to me.
~ I write this because it's the only explanation I have.. I loved you with my while being and you chose her.
