we started off as fooling around, you were attached to me. wanting to become more than friends. i was hesitant, you wanted things i wasn’t ready for— things that remind me of my childhood trauma. yet you took it as rejection and started fucking my ex best friend. maybe it was my fault— maybe i should’ve tried more, lend you a hand, kissed you one more time and promised everything to be okay. but no it’s gone, all of it... did you even like me— did you care about me, or was another girl you wanted to fuck?? that night before things ended you called me the most beautiful person in the world... then the next day you started dating her. what happened to us?