Unsent Messages

You were my best friend, and then you weren't. I don't know what happened, if I accidentally said anything, if you just all of a sudden had a change of heart, but five years. Five. All down the drain without a single warning. But it's okay. You seem happy now, and that's all that matters now. You being happy. You may have hurt me, scarred me, you could say, caused me endless pain, thinking I was the cause of it, thinking there was something wrong with me, but you know what. It's okay. It's all okay. You may have left me, you were my rock, the person I went to, knowing I wouldn't be judged, the person I knew I could be my normal self with a fucked mental health, but you left. You left and you took my other friend with you. Damn. That's a shame. That's a motherfucking shame. I fucking cared for you, put effort, and you just leave like that, like all of it was for nothing. I am hurt. truly. But as long as you're happy right? Right? Right? Is that how the saying goes? If it is, then yeah, I hope you're happy.